“I love how this space, just… just…”
“Exactly! Liberates us!”
Rebecca stood watching Paul perform. His flamboyance was so over the top that without the high ceilings of the sitting room, she was sure he would have burst through into the bedroom above. The mental picture of his legs dangling and thrashing from a hole to the right of the chandelier made her smile.
“So, should… should I buy it?” Deborah, the client asked nervously.
Paul pondered this for a moment, drumming the fingers of his right hand against his lip.
“No,” he replied. “You’re not good enough.”