Chapter 7
Davion loved his job. He truly did. However, the past two days had been hell on his nerves because there were so many things he had to take care of. After working as a museum curator for years, he might have gotten used to the hectic period right before an important exhibition, but it never failed to stress him out, especially as the opening day drew nearer. He checked the list in his hands one more time as he walked around the room where most of the items for the exhibition had been set up.
“Security, clean-up crew, invitations, catering…check,” he muttered under his breath before focusing his attention on the various art forms in the room. “Only item lot number twenty isn’t here yet. I have to contact—holy s**t!”
He jumped in shock when he felt something brushing across the
