You are a famous artist.

You make beautiful pieces of artwork.

And you recently opened a gallery.

After years of waiting, working and planning, you finally got to open a gallery.

Everyday thousands of people walk through the gallery,

admiring each individual piece.

It fills you with joy knowing other people enjoy your pieces.

It was late at night, the store was already closed.

When someone walked through the front door.

The small bell on top of the door rang, causing you to look towards the stranger.

A tall man walked towards you.

"We're closed." You said, feeling worried.

He chuckled, a deep husky chuckle that couldn't be ignored.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked.

You shook your head "who are you?"

A smirk curled up on his lips "this is going to be fun"

"I want to buy every piece in this gallery," he continued.

"I'll have my assistant pick them up tomorrow evening."

he said as he left, leaving you completely shocked.