Vera“See you at 7pm, Vera. Don’t be late.” Nadia, my manager, says before I leave the gallery to get prepared for the night I have ahead. She has been extra excited all week since we had a private art exhibition booked. An expensive private one. By an anonymous client.In the art world, anonymous clients were either rich and rude or rich and had a lot of things to hide. I hoped it was neither. It was going to be the gallery’s first exhibition, I’d be personally touring clients through my pieces and some of the one’s from other artists. I had been feeling a deep sense of joy – mixed with a lot of nervousness – all week but now, I was just freaking out. Normally, I was not even supposed to be the one to tour clients around the gallery, anonymous client or not, but I had been specifically asked for. See? All the red flags. But security existed for a reason. It wasn’t my safety I was even worried about. What worried me was the same thing that worries every other artistic person. What i
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