Gemotions

The gallery owner beamed, a slick smile stretching across his face. “Magnificent! Truly, a masterpiece for the ages, and so much interest…” Elias cut him off, a tremor in his voice. "How much?" The gallery owner, used to artists’ starry-eyed elation, blinked. "Well, that depends on the sale, of course. But the price point…” Elias waved a hand, dismissing the blather. He saw it: the crisp lines, the perfect symmetry of his crimson phoenix, now permanently etched onto the tanned skin of a young woman's forearm. “I want all of it.” He gestured to the woman, his fingers twitching. “I deserve… compensation. A substantial sum.”