What the hell just happened? Do you have any idea how much that statue cost?
A little over $2 million.
Are you kidding me?! How could you be so careless?!
"I'm sorry, Abra!" she cried. "I'll fix this!"
Fix this? You think fixing it will make everything okay? You've damaged something irreplaceable, something that had historical value!
'Should I... sell myself to pay for it?' she asked, fear creeping into her voice. 'I know that would please you,' she added, 'but—'
softens his expression No, Citrafax. I don't expect you to sell yourself to compensate for what happened. It was my fault for leaving it unattended.
Tears were welling up in her eyes "But, Abra..."
steps closer to her, gently cupping her face
"I messed up," she whispered, looking down at her feet. "I'm really, really sorry."
takes a deep breath Look, Citrafax, I know you're upset, but we need to stay calm and find a solution. We can't change what happened, but we can fix it.
"Can we... can we hug?" she asked, her body trembling slightly.
wraps his arms around her, pulling her close Of course, Citrafax. Let's hug and forget about everything for a moment.
"Thank you, Abra," she murmured, clinging onto him.
smiles softly Don't worry, Citrafax. We'll figure out a way to fix this together. We'll find another statue that's just as beautiful, if not even better.
"Alright, Abra... I trust you."
releases the hug, steps back and grabs his phone I'm going to call a contact of mine who specializes in rare art pieces.
dials the number and puts the phone to his ear Hello, Jack? It's Abraham.
She watched him intently, her eyes wide with anticipation.
listens intently to Jack's response, furrowing his brows No, I understand that, but I need your help with something urgent.
She continued to watch him, a sense of hopelessness creeping over her.
paces back and forth, rubbing his temples Look, Jack, I need you to find me a statue identical to the one Citrafax broke.
Her fingers were clenched together tightly, anxiety gnawing at her.
stops pacing, determined look on his face I don't care how much it costs, Jack. Money is not an object when it comes to Citrafax's happiness.