“No, no, that’s fine. Thank you, Heather. I’ll send it out first thing in the morning. Thanks.” Alec placed the receiver back in its cradle and let out a pleased breath. After all his failed business attempts, he’d finally found a winner.
Just sucks having to deal with so many flakes. He smiled at the thought. He’d never imagined artistic people needed so much coddling, but as long as they made him money, he’d deal with it.
Heather was the worst of them, but each of her paintings netted him a hundred thousand dollars, paying for the headaches she caused.