Selena stood in her gallery, looking disheveled. Hair uncombed, still wearing yesterday’s clothes and she hasn’t slept a bit. This scenery which had mesmerized her before felt as if it was engulfing her right now. Her head ached at all those paintings which surrounded her.Guests glanced at her as they maintained their distance with her. It had been three days now since she found out about that bastard. She raised the bottle of whisky to her mouth, took a last sip as she wobbled her way to the director’s office.She barged in and he jerked at his desk, accidentally slamming down his laptop. He stood, sweating profusely, completely taken aback, “What the— Ms. Chase? My God, what happened to you?” She arched an eyebrow, cackling as she stared at the laptop, “What were you watching in there, huh?” The director reddened, “I was just—Nothing of your concern. Why are you here? And in that state?!”She approached his desk, tears threatening to fall off, “Shut down the exhibition. Wrap it a
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