A smug smile stretched across Ashley's face, and she shot Arnoux a look. He sighed, before opening the door for her, and stepping aside. Ashley walked in, and was instantly greeted by a gentle scent, like that of a freshly mowed garden. The door slammed shut behind her, but did not lock this time.
"Woah. That's what you were busy with?" she asked, when she glanced at Azar.
He was seated in the corner of the room, on a red cushioned chair, with a huge white canvas before him. Or something that looked like one. It was larger than the ones she was used to, and had its own, eerie shine. There was a brush in Azar's hand, which he effortlessly glided over the smooth sheet, painting it a deep purple.
"Why are you here, Ashley?" he asked calmly.
It was the first time she saw him so relaxed, s
