"Mister Morton, have you arrived?" Andrea asked as soon as the man answered her call.
"I'm on my way to my hotel, did you get my painting? Who is it?" he asked, and the sound of the car moving and the honking of other cars was heard in the background.
"Unfortunately, sir, not yet. We don't know who are the people behind this but they faked papers stating the previous owner had agreed on selling the painting."
"What!?" he exclaimed, as Andrea expected him to reac6t that way as he took the phone distantly from her ear, "I never said those things nor write anything about that! That painting is my greatest possession! Please, do something!"
"Okay, you have to calm down, sir," she replied, sighing and rolling her eyes as she sat on the couch of the living room with her laptop on the glass t
