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been an
issue. Because I had to sit on the scaffold, I wasn't able to back away and get
a full perspective of how things were looking. It was a bit tricky at first,
but I got used to painting by feeling rather than relying on constant checking.
Besides, it would be easy to paint over any mistakes - during this stage, at
least. I didn't want to think about messing up later on when there would be a
lot more variables involved.
          It seemed that
the hardest part would be figuring out how to paint the glass ceiling. Ethan
had only instructed that the four walls be covered, so I hoped that I wouldn't
get in trouble for trying to take advantage of every surrounding surface. I
would probably have to raise the platform on the scaffold if I wanted to be
able to reach that high up. Sitting on it might hurt my neck. Lying on it would
definitely hurt my arms. But those were the only two options. It'd really suck
if an earthquake happened and I fell off the damn thing. From that height,
chances were likely that I'd get hurt. The ceiling would definitely have to be
saved for last.
     

     
          There were
clouds in the sky Monday morning. When I peeked my head out the window, I could
almost taste the water in the air. I folded my arms as a chilly gust of wind
passed through into my bedroom. Smiling to myself, I went to put some food into
my body. I would sooner take the cold over the heat any day.
          After a bowl of
cereal, I took my time getting ready. Not because I was trying to look nice,
but because I was tired. I'd gotten enough sleep the night before, but the
constant working must have been wearing me out. It happened sometimes, usually
when I spent too many hours at a time on a single project. I slipped on a pair of
black opaque stockings, a simple black dress to match my rather sluggish mood,
a cute gray knit sweater to keep me warm, and wedged ankle boots. It wasn't
even noon and I could already tell it was going to be a bad day for my hair, so
I simply pulled it into a high ponytail. Not feeling comfortably with how much
of my face was showing, I pulled a few pieces out to cover the sides. Much
better. When I was ready to leave, I switched my current bag to a mini
black backpack since I didn't feel like carrying anything.
          Hoping that the
cool air might wake me up some, I walked to the Luxadigm. It did help, but it
just wasn't enough to give my body the push it needed. Should I turn around
and go home? But I couldn't do that. Who knows, maybe being back in the blue
room would jumpstart my desire to finish what I started.
          I was warmly
greeted by Samantha and a few other familiar faces that I didn't really know,
but had somehow become smiley-buddies with. Trying to hide my drowsiness, I
smiled back and said a quick hello to Zach before heading up. By the time I
exited the elevator on the top floor, I couldn't help but let out a big yawn.
It was then that I heard voices in the distance.
          "…goodness
sake. I shouldn't need permission to wait in his office," a woman
complained.
          "I'm
sorry, Ms. Greene, those were his instructions. But if you'll just take a seat,
I promise Mr. Desmond will be here any second." When Patricia saw me
coming, she grinned. "Miss Myers, good morning."
          "Good
morning," I replied, hopefully just as brightly.
          The woman she
had been talking to turned around to look at me.
          Oh. It
was the blonde from a few days ago. The one who I knew was lucky enough to have
screwed Ethan - and was it any wonder? Now that she was here standing a few
feet in front of me, I could make out every feature. Her eyes were a brilliant
green, the most vivid I had ever seen on a human. Are they contacts? Somehow, I didn't think they were.
          Her lips were
magnificently full, her nose little and pert, and her complexion was to die
for. My pale, clear skin was nothing compared to the soft cream that made up
this woman. She had