Megan sighed softly, and leaned back in her chair. It had been a very long day and she just wanted to go home and enjoy a weekend of relaxation. Well, first she wanted to go for a long run in the park to relieve some of the stress an tension. Her delicate hands rubbed her eyes. Her contact lenses were bothering her after being in the office for so long. She still had a lot of work to be done so she stretched her lean form, sighing as her back cracked, before focusing on the computer screen. Her immaculate red-polished nails clacked softly on the keys of her keyboard as she typed up notes for an upcoming case. Pages upon pages of documentation for a case that should have never seen trial. Another sigh passed her lips and she smoothed her blouse over her flat stomach. It was almost time to go home and she was grateful for it.<br/><br/>She was back to her research, completely focused in the task and just getting through it when someone walked through the door if her office. Immediately she could smell the scent of soap, sweat and a light undertone of fragrant perfume or deodorant. She was waiting for it, that professional, feminine tone. Without taking her eyes off of the screen she signed at the X. For such a bright legal mind, she never once looked at what it was that she was signing nor at the person holding the clipboard. "Thank you, that was quick" She mumbled softly  Then the messenger was gone and only then did it occur to her to actually look up. She gave a mental shrug, there would always be time to say a proper thank you next time.<br/><br/>The dark-haired woman took each piece of mail in turn, most were immediately set in her inbox to be dealt with on Monday until she arrived at the last one. It was a plain manilla envelope addressed to her but with no return address. A letter opener quickly dispatched the envelope and she pulled out the single sheet of paper inside. Her eyes scanned over the neatly written invitation and she looked a little confused. She double checked the address and saw that it was indeed addressed to her. An art exhibit seemed innocent enough although it was odd that it did not say who it was from. Still, she could not deny that she was curious. It was a weakness of hers. She was always intensely curious and so decided quickly that she would go, if only to check it out. After all she could always leave.<br/><br/>After that it was almost impossible to concentrate on her work. Her mind wandered back to the invite. She shook her head and decided that she was done. After folding the letter neatly and slipping it into her bag she left the office and drove home. Once there she quickly changed into a pair of yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt and running shoes. With music pulsing into her ears, supplied by her iPod she left her house on a run. Again, the letter edged in on her focus and tempted her with its mystery. Who sent it and why? Was it a joke? She just ran until she  ended up back at her door almost an hour later. Kicking off her shoes she stripped and had a long cool shower. All the while those thoughts rolled through her mind.<br/><br/>Sitting in front of the mirror in just a towel brushing out her hair the letter had become a fair obsession. Her mind wandered to some odd places and she wondered if it was some sort of trick. To that end she opted for the glasses that she never wore, she did her makeup much more feminine with pink glossy lipstick and smoldering gray eyeshadow. She selected dark stockings and a long black dress as well as black heels. She left her raven hair loose. Over all the effect was satisfactory. She barely recognized herself so if it was some sort of trick she was fairly sure she could slip out before she was noticed.<br/><br/>She even took a taxi from her apartment to the address just to be sure. It was indeed a gallery, she noted as she paid the driver. The sound of her heels clicking on the steps sounded onimous but she pushed on until she stood in front of the door. It was a long moment that she spent staring at the handle to the door before finally entering. It was quiet and seemed very formal and the art was a mix of some impressionistic art and some that seems to be rather... Graphic in nature. Still, her curiosity led her farther from the door. She knew that she would not be satisfied until she knew why she had been invited here.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>