Feyre POV

I was at work stacking canned green beans when my phone started ringing, I wasn't supposed to have it on me while I was on the floor, but the manager didn't really care that much. She was sitting behind the on her own phone texting and snapping. So, I answered the phone, "hello".

"Hi I'm calling for a Ms. Archeron."

"That's me."

"Well Ms. Archeron my name is Ms. True and I am from Night Industries, I'm pleased to inform you that you have been selected to paint the mural on the side of night industries." I was stunned for a moment; I almost dropped the phone. I had submitted a few of my pieces not thinking I would ever be chosen for something like this.

" ?... Are you still there?"

"Yes sorry. Uhm thank you so much for the opportunity." The woman on the other end of the line laughed a little at my flustered reply.

"You're so welcome, you were the best option for the job. Anyway, we would like you to come into night industries some time next week so we can go over the details. Would you be free next Tuesday at 1 o clock? We could do our discussion over lunch?"

"That sounds fantastic, should I meet you at Night industries then?"

"That would be great, see you on Tuesday Ms. Archeron"

I hung up and squealed a little in excitement the manager didn't even look up, she seemed to have not even noticed my phone call. I finished stacking the green beans and then I went on to the canned corn and peas. I cleaned up a small mess someone made nocking over a bag of sugar and then my shift came to an end.

I skipped home to the small apartment I had over a small pizza place. The whole place was only two rooms, a small bathroom and a bedroom and kitchen in one. It was small but it worked so I didn't really mind. Especially since it was my own there was no sisters judging me and making me take care of them and no boyfriend controlling my every move.

I loved my sisters, but it was nice now that they had their own jobs and places, I had lost touch with them while I was dating Tam, and now we were slowly getting close again. Elain had offered me her spare room multiple times, but I always told her the same thing. No that I needed to do this to make it on my own to heal and to paint.

For so many years all that I had wanted was enough money for basic necessities and paint and time to paint. Now that I had it I spent all my free time painting. I knew that eventually I would need to make my life more open and social, but for now I was happy right here.

Over the next few days before my meeting I started planning out the mural, I barely got any sleep and the only time I left my apartment was for food and work, not that I usually went out much.

I had only been scheduled for the early morning shift at the grocery store on Tuesday, but I got it covered so I could spend the morning getting ready. I changed my outfit at least 5 times trying to find something professional looking without any paint stains.

I settled for a pencil skirt, a blue blouse that made my eyes pop and a light jacket. I twisted my hair up into a bun and did my makeup.

I took an earlier bus than I needed to, and I was starting to regret it cause I didn't want to go in to early leaving me pacing up and down the street a few blocks away. Some people gave me funny looks, but I barely noticed them. I kept going over my talking points and thinking about the mural. I even went over to the wall it was going to be painted on and stared at it trying to picture it.

I stared for so long that I was almost late, when I walked in to Night Industries, there were 2 ladies talking one very beautiful blond wearing a blood red blouse that was slightly scandalous and a tight pencil skirt, she also had a light jacket draped over her arm.

The other lady was also beautiful, she had ink black hair and dark eyes that I couldn't distinguish the color of from across the room.

As I walked closer the blond woman turned around toward me, "Are you ?"

"Yes, that me you must be Ms. True."

"Yes, please though call me Mor."

"In that case please call me Feyre."

"Excellent, so Feyre you ready for our lunch date?" She said winking at me a little suggestively. I grinned and we linked arms, we had only just met, but I already felt comfortable around her. This meeting that I had been so worried about now just felt exciting.

We went to a small restaurant called Rita's and sat in a booth near the back, it was near a window and had a light above it so we thought it would be best for looking at my drawings.

We ordered a bunch of appetizers to share and went over my drawings, she loved them all especially one that was mostly night sky with ancient warriors called Illyrians flying across the sky. She said she would have to get it approved by the rest of the board, but that it was excellent.

We talked about the mural budget, which was way more than I could ever need, and then what I would be payed which exceeded my imaginations. Once we finished talking Mor ordered a few drinks and we started talking like old friends. It almost made me miss the social life I had when I was with Tamlin, but this was real and infinitely better. I just really hoped that it would last.

I walked out of Ritas with a bounce in my step and not just because of the booze that I had consumed. Later this week I would hear from Mor about getting approval on my mural and then I could start priming and sketching it out.

Rhys POV

Grey everything grey, why did my father choose to decorate everything in this office in grey. Grey walls grey chairs grey desk even the paintings that he had hung had no color. Since he had died, and I had moved into this office I had been wanting to redo it but I didn't have the time or an idea. Now I had also been here for so long that it seemed almost silly to change it. After my mom, dad and sister died it felt right to have everything grey my life felt grey, and then after Amarantha the world once again lost its color.

Now though staring at the grey walls I hated them, I hated staring at them all day every day. Maybe it was time to finally change it, I could probably ask Mor she would know what I'd like then I wouldn't have to spend any more time on it.

I could ask her after our meeting, normally I dread these meeting, but I was a little excited about this one. It was about the ugly wall on the side of out building, it was grey and drab, so Mor had thought about a mural. A lot of the buildings in an area near here affectionately referred to as the rainbow had started the mural trend and now it was spreading all over Velaris, now Night Industries was going to get to be a part of it.

This meeting was about approving the mural that the artist had designed. I had only gotten to see a little bit of the artists work when Mor was deciding but from what I had seen this could be really spectacular. Maybe I could even ask for a few paintings for my office.

Going into the meeting was startling Mor had pinned up a bunch of paintings on a cork board and spread out even more paintings on the table. There was an obvious theme of night sky in most of the paintings, and lots with Illyrian warriors.

There was a really cool one of water wolves jumping out of the Sidra and defending the rainbow, there was one of the lunar cycle and countless others.

I spend weeks just staring at them. I wanted one painted on the building right outside my window so I could admire it all day. Later I might even look into buying out the building just so I could get it painted.

We decided quickly on the one that Mor had been pushing the one with the Illyrians flying across the night sky. At the end of the meeting I rounded up all the loose drawings and stole them. I spent the rest of the day putting them around my office, I had work to do but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I was straightening one out when I heard some one behind me, "I was wondering where those went."

I turned around to see Mor grinning at me, "Its nice to see that you're finally doing something with your office, but I do need to return those."

"I see, before you do that though do you think you could get copies, I'd be willing to pay the artist for them."

"That could be arranged, you should meet with the artist she seems really great, and you'd probably get along, then she could design some more things for you." Mor said with a suspicious smirk, for someone with the last name truth she was often quite manipulative. Which is part of why I hired her, but I didn't particularly like when she directed that manipulativeness towards my life.

"I'll think about it." She frowned a little at that and I pretended not to notice, "for now though I think these would be great, I can get Nuala to look for some frames tomorrow."

"I think that would be really great Rhys. I'm heading out for the day and was wondering if you were too, I could use a big strong man to walk me to my car." The last part she said so sarcastically that I laughed we both knew that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.

"I think that I am, I've got some more work to do but there's no reason I can't do it from home." I took her arm and we walked together.

I tried to get more work done in my home office but all I could think about was those paintings and where I could put them in my apartment too. There was one that was like a soothing cloud of darkness that I had seen that would look amazing in my hallway.

There seemed to be no escape from the paintings even in my sleep I dreamed about them, I was about to make this artist a very wealthy woman.