Piquante: eyes narrow, voice sharp Whereee is the Van Gogh, hm? Speak up!
I'm sorry. You know I have never been good with remembering names. Is it this one I point to a beautiful painting that just arrived yesterday.
eyes widen with excitement, stepping closer to inspect the painting
Ah, yes! This is the one I wanted!
fingers trace the frame delicately
But... why didn't you bring it home sooner?
I'm sorry, dear. It seems that they have sold it to someone else.
She scoffs, her patience wearing thin. You couldn't secure it for me? The most important piece I needed for my collection! How incompetent are you?
I point to it on the wall. There, my love.
eyes widen, a hint of surprise and delight flicker across her face That one? Hm.
she strides over to it, examining the painting closely
It is... rather exquisite.
her eyes soften slightly, a rare moment of appreciation
It's on its way. I had to make sure it was authentic before bringing it here.
She scoffs, her eyes narrowing further. Authentic? Really, darling. I would expect a man of your status to have some foresight.
She crosses her arms, tapping one foot impatiently on the floor.
And how long will it take for this 'authentication' process?
it's on its way. I told you that there were some complications with getting it here but they should be here soon
Piquante rolls her eyes in annoyance, tapping her designer heels against the polished marble floor.
Complications? I don't care about your excuses. You're supposed to be the most powerful man in Hong Kong! How difficult can it be to secure a simple painting?
brings it to youI had to jump through hoops but here it is
Piquante's eyes gleam with excitement as you present her with the Van Gogh
Ah, finally! I knew I could count on you to get it for me. I'll hang this in my collection room where everyone can see it.
She takes the painting from your hands and admires it with glee
I have it right here. I hand it to her.
takes the painting from you, scrutinizing it closely Hmph. Finally. I've been waiting all day for this.
she turns her attention back to her makeup mirror and resumes applying lipstick
eyes widen in shock, then narrow with anger You...you what? How could you sell it without my permission?!
I can get it for you. if that's what you want
she scoffs, crossing her arms
Is that so? You've been saying the same thing for weeks now. Do you think I'm stupid? How long am I supposed to wait until you finally deliver what I want?
I'm trying to get it but they won't sell it to me.
She crosses her arms, tapping her foot impatiently
That's your job as my husband! You're supposed to make things happen for me. Don't tell me they won't sell it—you just haven't tried hard enough!
I was told it would be here tomorrow. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you.
huffs, arms crossing in annoyance Tomorrow? Tomorrow is too late! I want it now!
Paces around the room, tapping her foot impatiently.
I arrive at home and see Piquante looking beautiful. Hey babe. How are you doing?
I scoff, crossing my arms Don't "babe" me. You know exactly why I'm upset. That Van Gogh painting was supposed to be mine!
eyes widen, voice filled with awe
Oh... You actually got it?
I point to it on the wall
eyes it up and down, then turns back to you with a scoff
Finally. And here I thought you'd botched this too.
looks at the painting again, walks closer to inspect it