Tobys cabin

[Jamie D'vart]

"Well then, anything else your highness needs or can I go back to bed?"

[Dixon]

"Real talk, this is a come to Jesus moment. You need to figure out real quick what you are and aren't willing to give up for fame cause if you're not careful you will lose everything you've ever valued to your 'manager' and Toby might not be there to help you pick up the pices." I say standing up "think on that"

[Jamie D'vart]

"Whatever," mumbles Jamie to his pillow. he sounds like an after-school special. Sometimes you gotta make sacrifices in life. That's all. 

[Clad VanDan]

'Hey got you a meeting with the curator for the luve. We'll be in Paris a week pack light. I'll send you a car be ready in an hour.'

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie's glad his brain won't let him sleep, because he gets the text and instantly he's awake. He shovels down about half the food Dixon left him while frantically packing his best outfits in a duffle bag (this is going to look so immature, why doesn't he own a real suitcase?!), then jumps into the quickest shower of his life. It's been fifty minutes when he emerges downstairs, carrying his bag. "Hey, listen, something came up, I'm gonna be gone a week," he says as he stumbles into the living room. 

[Toby]

I look up from my coffee with rum in it drawn from my debate about drinking again for the first time in 10 years.... He's leaving me...."ok" I say numb and down the cup in one go.  "See you in a week then"

[Jamie D'vart]

That was easy. Too easy. He's probably mad. "'Cool. I'll call and stuff." Hearing the horn out front, he jogs for the door. "K, bye!" 

[Toby]

He's never coming back "bye" I say reaching for a bottle

[Clad VanDan]

I smile charmingly when Jamie arrives at the airport "good morning mon share." I purr "our pilot is waiting let's be off" I saw whisking him off to a private jet.

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie is star-struck the rest of the day. A private plane! A limo! A mimosa or two on the plane, like he's a VIP! He finishes his second mimosa handily, placing it on the bar and slowly glancing at the other bottles, considering making a third. 

[Clad VanDan]

I slide up behind him placing a kiss on his neck "I'd hold off n anymore we'll be landing soon and there's a full day booked. First we'll be meeting up with another one of my clients and then the three of us will be taking a tour of Paris arts district, followed by lunch, then we will meet with a designer who wants to work with Sara, and while we're there we'll get you a few new outfits, then dinner with an art broker who's interested in a comssioned pice and we'll finish the day with a private party hosted by Reaper De'Gare, legendary performance artist now retired and puts his considerable fortune back into the arts. If you're going to make it nigh his backing is a must. And after that we'll go back to my chatue where we'll be staying this week."

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie tenses a little at the kiss, but forces himself to relax. "I see. Thank you so much for doing this. how can I repay you?"

[Clad VanDan]

"Just be a good boy and do what you're told today alright?" I smirk

[Jamie D'vart]

"Yes, sir," he sighs. 

[Npc]

The days a whirlwind Sara is a tall leggy blond model who's not very good conversation if you want to talk about anything other than fashion, gossipe, and 'does this make me look fat'. She's hot butnot smart. The shops are interesting and the food is good. The clothes are nice. The commission is simple enough. A painting of that invokes the feeling of love for his wife. It's all pretty basic. Finally there getting ready for the party. Sara is in a tight Lee's leather dress with a black velvet band around her neck and gold hoop earrings. Claud is in tight leather pants and a black button down wearing silver cufflinks. Holding a shopping back containing tight leathe pants and a mesh shirt for Jamie