The sun was bright, filtering through the high windows of the museum courtyard. In the next room, Griffin had just avoided it’s glare, managing to situate himself away from a pool of light just by the broad doorway.
He wasn’t an unusual face here. Griffin had always admired art, particularly more ancient works, but his interest had increased in conjunction with the hiring of a certain Miss Mathers - not that he particularly advertised that parallel (not that he needed to for it to be noticed). As a patron of the establishment (his checks were regular as they were hefty), Hriffin had access to certain…privileges. Today, he’d exacted a very particular wish.
“Good morning, Miss Mathers.” Griffins tone was formal as his eyes slid in the young woman’s direction, the softest hint of a smile arching one corner of his lips. “Thank you for meeting me here. I simply wished to ask you about your work. It is…extraordinary.” He paused, cobalt eyes finding hers. She was lovely, as ever, the sun glinting off her silky hair, and he braced himself, holding his breath sharply as if the air were suddenly unbreathable.
“You may be aware,” he began. “That I am, myself, a collector of fine art, but sadly some of the older works had fallen into bad disrepair, when I found them, and are in much need of…restorative touch.” He wetted his lips. “I have long admired your work, and can think of no one better equipped for the task. Is there any possibility whatsoever that you might be interested in providing such a service?”
