Colours of Deception

ng with each passing minute. She'd never been one for luxury, and the

She'd read about his business dealings, his philanthropic efforts, and his

the driver opened the door for Lexi. "We're here,

beautiful structure, with clean lines and a minimalist aesthetic. She felt a

ceptionist with a warm smile. "Hello, Ms. Thompson," she s

heart pounding in her chest. She'd never been one for formal meetings, and the t

. The receptionist knocked twice, and a deep,

nt

ge and opulent, with a stunning view of the city skyline. And seated behind

reading across his face. "Ah, Lexi," he said, exten

y as their palms touched. "The pleasure is mine,

. "Please, sit down," he said. "I'm sure you're

st. She had a feeling that her life was abou

back in his chair. "I must say, I'm impressed. You have a unique talen

rds. Could it be true? Was Julian Blackwo

r. Blackwood?" she aske

aid. "I'll provide you with the funding and support you need to create a masterpiece. And in retur

It was an opportunity of a lifetime, one that co

looking for, Mr. Blackwood?"

thing that will blow people's minds," he said. "Something that will

Could she really create something that

re that made her feel like she was in over her head. A

d to be careful. She was playing with

aid finally, trying

up, extending his hand. "Excellent," he said. "I

couldn't shake off the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. Julian Blackwoo

here the stakes were higher, and the players were more ruthless. She'd always thought of h

of the project, and what Julian Blackwood expected from her. She knew that she ha

o her studio, Lexi felt a sense of unease. Wha

She had a lot of work to do, and not a lot of time to waste. Lexi took

sketching out ideas. The project was starting to take shape in

icipation as she imagined the unveiling. Julian's eyes scanning the artwork, his face a mask of expectation. Would he be impressed, or disappointed? The un