Present day
"Manuel, it's prefect. Look at the composition and the depth- it's incredible. The colors are so expressive, it's like they're speaking; you can almost feel emotion in them, can't you?" Gia's enthusiasm was incredibly infectious and she knew that he was sold.
"Do you think it fits with our space? What about the rest of our collection? Will it work?" Manuel had already made his decision, and both he and Gia knew it, but he loved hearing her describe the art, and he knew that he had to at least pretend to deliberate before spending the six-figures it would cost to acquire the piece.
"I actually think it's larger than what we had initially been looking for, but we'll shift things along the parlor wall and it'll be perfect. It would be such an incredible addition; I'll build you a new wall to hang it on if I have to. If you don't buy it, I just may. So, should I contact the artist?"
Manuel sighed and chuckled, "Of course I want it. Think she'll wrap it up to go?"
Gia laughed; Manuel DeSoto was one of her favorite clients and working with him was like second nature, as was the necessary glad-handing her job required.
"I'll make a few calls. It'll be yours by lunch."
"What would I do without you Gia? Sofia will be thrilled. She's got a table for us at Nobu. Can you meet us there around one?"
"Absolutely. I have some work to finish here and I'll meet you as soon as I'm done." Gia stepped forward to shake hands with Manuel, who was already beginning to sweat in the Miami heat.
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Gia was a bit of a mystery to Manuel and his wife Sofia, but they truly enjoyed her company, and she was the best art consultant money could buy. Her advice had never failed them; each recommendation had always proven to be not only perfect for their collection, but a wise investment that increased in value each year.
Their only complaint, if they had one, would have been that Gia was always focused on business; she never seemed like she relaxed or took her mind off of work, even a second. Each time she helped them with an acquisition, they took her to lunch or dinner, but never once had they seen her drink let her guard down. Manuel was one of the wealthiest businessmen in Miami, but as successful as he was, even he knew when it was time to take a break. Gia's was always "en pointe" and it was hard for Manuel and Sofia to understand someone who didn't know how to enjoy life.
Gia had been working with the DeSoto's for six years, and during that time, they had become incredibly fond of her and would have loved to get closer to her, but they sensed that she purposely kept them at an arm's length. Manuel chalked Gia's demeanor up to a desire to keep the lines between business relationship and personal relationship from blurring. Sofia had always believed that there was more to Gia's reserved nature than that, but she couldn't pinpoint why or what caused her to be so closed-off, and she found that it made her hard to read. Perhaps that was a part of her job, but if Sofia had to guess, something in Gia's life had taught her to never let her guard down.
Each year, Gia arrived in Miami to attend the Art Basel Miami exhibition in order to procure art for both private clients and the gallery that employed her in Manhattan. In turn, many of Gia's clients traveled to NYC to visit galleries with her and learn about the new and exciting artists emerging on the scene. Gia was incredibly knowledgeable and worked hard to stay one step ahead in her competitive business.
During their art-buying trip to New York a year earlier, Manuel and Sofia had arrived during a week that Gia had her brother staying with her. They met her brother, Mark, briefly, and knew that Gia wanted to spend time with him. They worked with her during the day and were careful to make sure that she left early enough to spend time with her brother, and Gia was incredibly appreciative of their consideration.
One evening during that visit, the DeSoto's were having a quiet meal when they were interrupted by loud and boisterous laughter coming from a nearby table. They were stunned to find that it was Gia and her brother causing the ruckus. Never had they seen her so animated, and it threw both of them. They had finally decided that she was all business, so it confused them immensely to find that she appeared to be the polar opposite in her personal life. At that moment, Sofia had made it her mission to get to know their wunderkind art consultant.
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Manuel and his lovely wife sat at their regular table in the back of Nobu. As was standard, it was crowded with people dying to sample the world-famous Japanese cuisine. Gia constantly arrived 10 minutes ahead of schedule. The DeSoto's had learned to always arrive early when meeting her, and they both found it amusing to watch her walk through a crowded area. To say that she turned a few heads would have been a gross understatement. In Miami, where flesh was on display 24/7, it was Gia's elegance that drew attention, and today was no different.
As always, Gia was dressed to impressed. A white, sleeveless, form-fitting dress encased her long, lean, figure from her neck to just above her knee. Her tan skin was revealed by twin cutouts that ran vertically from the side of her upper arm, over her shoulders, and met in a V at the middle of her back. She wore nude-colored patent leather, four-inch stiletto heels with a studded bow resting over the pointed toe. Gia also carried a structured, bright purple tote that contained her laptop and purse essentials- she always added a punch of color to her outfit with her bag or shoes. As usual, she wore little jewelry- a silver Roadster watch that was more functional than decorative, and diamond stud earrings that she had purchased after her first year of work.
After finishing college, Gia had stopped wearing her hair curly; she had the natural corkscrews professionally ironed out every eight weeks. Her hair now hung well below her shoulders, though in the Miami heat she wore a high, sleek ponytail to keep cool. A pair of, large, black sunglasses topped her look. Gia was the epitome of expensive, understated style, and in a place where neon tube dresses and peroxide blonde hair were almost required, Gia stood out.
As she strode through the restaurant, Manuel and Sofia watched heads turn in Gia's wake. Men tilted their heads to get a look at her pilates-toned ass and women scanned her from head to toe with envy, trying to find a flaw in her gait or outfit.
Just like every other man in the restaurant, Scott's head spun when the tall beauty drifted past his table. He let his eyes linger on her rear and then travel down her long legs. He would have liked to get a better look, but he was treating clients to lunch and couldn't very well gawk while they waited for him to continue his proposal. He quickly turned his attention back to his lunch companions and continued talking.
Before Gia sat, she walked to Sofia, who stood and hugged her warmly. "Sofia, you look lovely, it's so nice to see you. It seems like it's been a such a long time."
"Gia, how are you, darling? I know that I keep telling you this, but if you ever need a new career, you can be my stylist. I don't know how you always manage to look so impeccable and work as hard as you do. You are a wonder."
Gia really liked Sofia, perhaps too much. She and her husband were in their early sixties and they were the most down-to-earth couple Gia had ever worked with. They always treated her like a treasured guest when she attended the art show, and Gia would have loved to get to know them better, but it just wasn't professional to cross those lines.
