I stretched both arms above my head and heard my back make small cracking sounds. Please tell me that this isn’t proof that I’m getting old. Fortunately, I had uploaded photos of my past artworks online so I could just download them and put it on my newly created website. I was right, once the photos were added in the website came to life. Black and white sketches looked chic and minimalistic against the black and white color tone of the website while colored photos of my paintings added color and life to the website.
Smiling a little to myself, I clapped my hands together happily to applaud my own achievement for the day. If only my grandmother was still around, I’m sure that she would be the one applauding me for my effort and hard work right now. If heaven really does exist, then she’s probably watching me from up above…
After a few more hours, it began to get dark outside as the sun had set. Hayden should be back soon, hopefully. The website mockup was pretty much completed. I liked it and I prayed that Hayden would as well. I’ll find out his reaction to all of this very soon.
The real problem starts now…
I still didn’t have a pseudonym that I wanted to use as an artist. So far, I’ve been using my name. It wasn’t all that strange to use my name, but a pseudonym is probably cooler, I guess. I shook my head from side to side. Who am I kidding?
Although I didn’t want to admit it, I believed the reason Hayden suggested for me to take on another name was to conceal my real identity and my relations to Torex. The Torex corporate is legal in its own right but since everyone practically knows that they’re a mafia gang, everyone is especially scared. Even I knew all about that before I got involved with Hayden and the boss. Back then, my reaction was the same as everyone else. Intimidated and scared.
I wondered if my association with the mafia would have an impact on my career as an artist…
…
“I’m on my way back…” Hayden informed me casually.
“Are you driving right now?” I asked suddenly feeling very panicked.
“Yes, of course I’m driving now,” he replied like it was supposed to be obvious.
“Can you not talk on the phone while you’re driving? You know, you should concentrate on the road…I should hang up now…” I said quickly.
“Enough worrying. I can drive just fine. I’ll see you soon,” Hayden said curtly before hanging up.
He can drive just fine? Says the guy who just had a car crash recently.
There was a knock at the door and Auntie slowly popped her head in through the door. She beamed a smile at me, and I knew that she was here to set up the dinner table. Hayden had been eating in the room with me instead of eating in the main dining room of the mansion. I thought that worked well because the smaller room felt homier while the main dining room of the mansion seemed more suitable for holding a ball or a banquet.
Now that I thought about it, apart from the rooms that I’ve casually passed by, I haven’t seen much of the mansion yet. Since I’ve been too focused on working on the website, I haven’t gotten around to asking Auntie to show me around. Tomorrow might be a good day for that if she’s free.
“Auntie, do you have some free time tomorrow?” I asked.
“I can always make time for you. Honestly, at my age, I’m not that busy like the other younger maids. They just keep me here because I’ve been here a long time and all,” Auntie replied too honestly before laughing.
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