Charlie stepped out of the elevator shoulder to shoulder with Deacon and strolled along to the door, his gift to Emily under his arm. Usually he didn't like giving people paintings as presents because, unless they had investment value, one's wall furniture was very much a matter of personal taste. But this had all the colours in her bedroom and so was more - furniture, he thought, than a work of art. And since it showed the front elevation of La Fee Verte done in the Impressionist style it was a bit personal too. At lest the frame was a nice one, old gilt, mid-Victorian and carefully restored.
"Watch out for the cat?" he said, reading her sign and stooped to hold a hand at cat height in case Wayne made a break for it.