Conklin's Corruption (#3) (Conklin's Trilogy) Read Online Free
Author: Brooke Page
tanned but leathery. He was dressed in worn jeans that had holes and cement or paint with a basic white t-shirt. He gave a crooked smile as he walked through the door.
“Ms. Stine and Ms. Rae, Mr. Putters is here to see you,” the receptionist said flustered.
I thanked her and stood to greet Louis. Lauren introduced us, and she was totally right. He was quirky and artsy.
“So Mr. Putters, we’d love to hear your ideas,” Jamie said while taking a seat after shaking his hand.
“Please call me Louis or Lou. Whatever is easiest for you to remember,” he said blandly. He set a stack of mismatched size papers on the table as he took a seat next to Lauren.
“Okay, Lou,” Jamie said slowly, puzzled by his lack of organization. “What were you thinking?”
He raised a brow at Jamie then started to place his papers throughout the table in front of him. We all looked curiously at the intricate designs on the mismatched pieces of paper.
“I was figuring on making sculptures. Different miniature houses. I haven’t decided what materials would work best. I typically work with metal, but as houses are different, I figure so should the pieces of art.”
I reached for one of the pieces of paper, but Louis’ hand flew out to stop me slapping his hand on the desk to keep the paper in place. “Don’t move them. You must look from my angle to get the full spectrum of my plan.”
I moved my eyes to meet Jamie’s briefly, but she was too busy blinking at Louis. This guy was odd. Lauren was looking at him in awe. Jamie finally met my eyes then slowly stood so we could go stand behind Louis and see his “vision”. When we finally made our way behind him, we both looked confused.
“Can’t you see it?” he said in frustration. “It will be a masterpiece. I will need at least 18 spaces throughout the city.”
Jamie looked at Lauren. “I thought we agreed on each corner of the building and the main lobby, five locations total.”
Lauren shrugged her shoulders and looked pleading. Louis started to shake his head as he raised his hand in the air. “This is the vision. It must be completed. It will be a masterpiece. Top ten, no less,” he said sternly. Jamie and I looked at each other then started to head back to our seats.
“Eighteen sculptures weren’t in the budget, Louis. We’ll have to renegotiate your wages, and Lauren might have a problem getting that many sites this late in the game.”
Lauren bit her lip. “Actually, Louis told me it was going to be 18 sites. I have the spaces reserved.”
Jamie narrowed her eyes at Louis. “Finance will have to approve this. Don’t expect anything special,” she snapped.
A crooked smile crossed Louis lips. “We’ll see, Ms. Rae.”
Jamie attempted to contain her huff as we continued on with the details. He really did have some brilliant ideas once he finally explained what he was thinking. I was leery if he could actually finish 18 art pieces in three months. It was towards the end of June, and ArtPrize would begin in September. My head started to spin. That meant I only had four months until the wedding. Thank God my mother was organized in her crazy ways. Maybe her helping was a good thing after all.
***
The last meeting of the day quickly approached. The client was interested in building warehouses. It was a first-time meeting, and I was a little flustered because Will didn’t give me any information about the client. I didn’t even know what his or her name was. I grabbed my drafting notebook and headed to the conference room where we normally met with our commercial clients.
I took a seat, spreading out sheets of information neatly on the conference table. I stood and stared down at my handy work and felt I would come across as professional. This was a very first meeting after all. I would be mainly gathering information and giving whomever it
“Ms. Stine and Ms. Rae, Mr. Putters is here to see you,” the receptionist said flustered.
I thanked her and stood to greet Louis. Lauren introduced us, and she was totally right. He was quirky and artsy.
“So Mr. Putters, we’d love to hear your ideas,” Jamie said while taking a seat after shaking his hand.
“Please call me Louis or Lou. Whatever is easiest for you to remember,” he said blandly. He set a stack of mismatched size papers on the table as he took a seat next to Lauren.
“Okay, Lou,” Jamie said slowly, puzzled by his lack of organization. “What were you thinking?”
He raised a brow at Jamie then started to place his papers throughout the table in front of him. We all looked curiously at the intricate designs on the mismatched pieces of paper.
“I was figuring on making sculptures. Different miniature houses. I haven’t decided what materials would work best. I typically work with metal, but as houses are different, I figure so should the pieces of art.”
I reached for one of the pieces of paper, but Louis’ hand flew out to stop me slapping his hand on the desk to keep the paper in place. “Don’t move them. You must look from my angle to get the full spectrum of my plan.”
I moved my eyes to meet Jamie’s briefly, but she was too busy blinking at Louis. This guy was odd. Lauren was looking at him in awe. Jamie finally met my eyes then slowly stood so we could go stand behind Louis and see his “vision”. When we finally made our way behind him, we both looked confused.
“Can’t you see it?” he said in frustration. “It will be a masterpiece. I will need at least 18 spaces throughout the city.”
Jamie looked at Lauren. “I thought we agreed on each corner of the building and the main lobby, five locations total.”
Lauren shrugged her shoulders and looked pleading. Louis started to shake his head as he raised his hand in the air. “This is the vision. It must be completed. It will be a masterpiece. Top ten, no less,” he said sternly. Jamie and I looked at each other then started to head back to our seats.
“Eighteen sculptures weren’t in the budget, Louis. We’ll have to renegotiate your wages, and Lauren might have a problem getting that many sites this late in the game.”
Lauren bit her lip. “Actually, Louis told me it was going to be 18 sites. I have the spaces reserved.”
Jamie narrowed her eyes at Louis. “Finance will have to approve this. Don’t expect anything special,” she snapped.
A crooked smile crossed Louis lips. “We’ll see, Ms. Rae.”
Jamie attempted to contain her huff as we continued on with the details. He really did have some brilliant ideas once he finally explained what he was thinking. I was leery if he could actually finish 18 art pieces in three months. It was towards the end of June, and ArtPrize would begin in September. My head started to spin. That meant I only had four months until the wedding. Thank God my mother was organized in her crazy ways. Maybe her helping was a good thing after all.
***
The last meeting of the day quickly approached. The client was interested in building warehouses. It was a first-time meeting, and I was a little flustered because Will didn’t give me any information about the client. I didn’t even know what his or her name was. I grabbed my drafting notebook and headed to the conference room where we normally met with our commercial clients.
I took a seat, spreading out sheets of information neatly on the conference table. I stood and stared down at my handy work and felt I would come across as professional. This was a very first meeting after all. I would be mainly gathering information and giving whomever it
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