<div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Carolina Cartright-Williams - In the lobby, leaving the gallery</span></span></em></div><br/><div align="center">(http://www.fjolajensdottir.is/img/asdis.png)</div><br/>Carolina walked briskly across the lobby floor, her heels clicking loudly on the tile, and flashed a smile at a familiar face before she swept through the revolving door.<em>Andy Murton</em>, she thought and smirked.<em>Daddy making him work?</em>She had been crawling out of the club-scene when he got there so he had not gotten to know her there, but his parents had proven to be a lovely source of artwork. Because of her connection with his parents, she thought of him as the Morton kid, despite being only six or seven years his senior.<br/><br/>The car waited for her outside, door opened immediately for her, and a minute later she was on her way home. She would come back once Miss Myobi had time to see her, there was no point hanging around the gallery. She'd studied all the pieces of the current show, she knew what she wanted. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine as she thought of the piece she had in mind. She'd been looking for a photograph like that for some time now and what she'd found so far was either too violent or the bondage not done properly so the beauty of it was lost and all that remained was a picture of two people tied together. The Waxing Rhapsodic studios seemed to have enough talent on board to provide her with the beautiful shot she was after. She leaned back and smiled content as her driver brought her through the city towards her house.<br/>