The Guntenburg.
Jio always brought pieces home like they magically appeared out of thin air, but that’d always been him, so she never thought too deeply into it. When Nina did have a few questions, he’d usually shrug and say something vague about Davie finding them and for her to focus on her growing collection.
She assumed most of it came through underground collectors. She picked at the burn on her wrist under the table for being naïve over the years.
“You sold him the Guntenburg.” She figured it out finally.
Carrington nodded.
“It was one of my mother’s favorites.”
Nina leaned back slowly in her chair.
Interesting… very interesting,she thought.
Immediately the purpose of this meeting became obvious.
“So you came here to ask me what exactly?”
Carrington held her gaze now since she wasn’t dancing around it anymore.
“When Jio transitioned,” she said carefully, “You removed several pieces from his house.”
Nina blinked slowly because she just knew that this wasn’t about what she thought it was.
“And?”
“One of them was the Guntenburg.”
A beat passed and then another followed by a chuckle that slipped from her lips. “Pardon my noise.” She was genuinely amused.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
Carrington didn’t smile.
“Jio promised me I could have his art collection in the event of his death.”
Her statement made Nina laugh harder.
She finally set her coffee down carefully before peering directly at her.
“Is that in his will?”
Carrington’s jaw tightened. “How would I know? We haven’t gotten that far. He literally just died and you already took everything you wanted.”
Nina shook her head before correcting her. “That’s not what happened, and clearly, you’re unaware of the reading of the will, which will be taking place soon.”
She wasn’t sharing any details.
“So tell me what happened? Because all I know is that the housekeepers said Ms. Marcelle had everything picked up the day after the funeral. So to me, it looks like you heard me speak at the funeral, you saw HIS children, and you got mad and took the art.”
Nina ignored the children comment and she couldn’t wait to fire them house keeper bitches. She never liked them to begin with.
“Who made this spaghetti?” Nina asked while staring at an open Tupperware bowl.
“Adolfa did the other day. You can have the rest.”
“Since when did she start cooking for you?”
