"Thank you Mr. Jameson. I'll have my senior vice president, Cynthia fax over a contract as well as some possible options for advertisements."

Mr. Jameson shakes my hand. "Thank you Brian. It's been a pleasure."

"We'll be in touch." I walk him to the door. 

"Mr. Kinney, I just wanted to apologize for the Brown Athletics contracts. It was a complete accident and will never happen again." Carrie says nervously trying to catch up with me as I make my way back to my office.

I stop her at my door. "Ms. Martin listen closely. You ever fuck up agin and loose any papers sent over by my top clients and you will be gone. No recomendation letters, no severance pay. Nothing."

"Sir, I understand. I promise I'll never do anything to-"

"Ms. Martin why are you standing here groveling to me when there are phones to be answered and contracts to fax." With that she's off to her desk and I'm heading to mine.

Sighing, I grab the copy of Art Forum. I know this magazine. He use to get this magazine sometimes. Show me all the great things going on in the art world. Or the newest top of the line paintbrush. 

So I throw myself down into my chair and start to flip through it. That's when a headline catches my eye. "Justin Taylor Worlds Next Picasso." 

<i>You may remember Justin Taylor from my article in 2005 about his large scale canvas. Well this man has matured as an artist in the past six years and has taken New York by storm. He now is currently studying with Ann Ruel at the Ruel Artist Group in Milan. One of his pieces displayed at the RAG Gallery is one that upon first look is very simplictic. As I look closer at this charcoal work, the raw emotion and connection that Mr. Taylor has with the subject is very apparent. When I asked him who the beautiful man was, he was very tight lipped and so it remains a mystery. See below for pictures from the event.</i>

My eyes travel down and I immediately pick out the blonde in various shots. One of him greeting people, another of him standing next to his work and then there's one of him and another man embracing with their backs to the camera. I can't help but feel a little jealousy towards the other boy. Which is wrong because Brian Kinney does not do jealousy.

Then something catches my attention. Me. It's me. The painting that was described in the article, the mysterious person is me. That makes no sense because that would mean that he still thought about me and he's in that picture holding another person.

"Cynthia! Cynthia!"

"What? Brian?" Cynthia appears in my door slightly out of breath.

I grab the files that were on my desk. "I need you to take care of NIKE and Brown. Also call Art Forum and meet with them."

"What?" She looks flabbergasted.

"I'm going to be going out of town and you and Ted are going to be in charge." 

Cynthia puts the papers down. "When will you be back?"

"I, umm, I don't know." 

"You don't know? Brian, Ted and I-"

"Are perfectly capable of running Kinnetic on your own. I wouldn't have made you senior vice presidents and management if I didn't think you could handle it." I usher her out of the office and almost into Ted.

"Brian I need you to-"

"Whatever it is Ted, you and Cynthia take care of it." I cut him off.

Ted looks from me to Cynthia. "What's going on?"

"I'm leaving today." 

"For where?" He wants to know.

I pull my keys out of my pocket. "Milan." That said I'm walking out the door.