She had left her iPod on and kept checking if she got any messages back. She clicked once more and saw that he had begun the story. She clicked on the link he provided and began to write.<br/><br/>"Emma had loved art all her life. She appreciated the classics and also loved some of the more modern artists. She was thrilled when she landed her first gallery job. It was a small gallery, but it dealt with more upscale clients. She ha already sold some pieces and her boss figured she was on he way to being a great success. Thing was, Emma did best one on one, but not so well in crowds.<br/><br/>So her boss sent her off to a showing by an up and coming artist. She would have to go alone and prove her worth. Emma got dressed in a deep blue cocktail dress, and let her brunette locks fall over her shoulders. When she arrived, it was a small group, one she figured she could handle, but more people would arrive soon. Emma took a glass of champagne and moved to a corner, just waiting and watching, seeing how everyone checked over the artwork. "<br/><br/>She sent off her post and closed down her browser. She couldn't get caught, not when she was just starting to have fun.