The Gotham Museum of Art is holding it’s annual diamond exhibit tonight with the attendance of the city’s most artistic and wealthy. This exhibit is different from any usual display because it is the unveiling of a giant Carbonado, (Black Diamond).
Charcoal suits and gowns trail the marble floor of the museum’s great hall and in the sea of black fabric the giant rock sits in the center above them all.
It would seem strange in this circumstance for so many of the guest to be looking down at their phones texting, but their attention isn’t removed from the event, on the contrary they are all deeply involved. An auction is being held tonight for the services of one very talented individual who is skilled in the art of banditry. Thomas Katt is at the top of this enterprise since the career change of his main competitor Selena, increasing his clientele and personal financial career. Standing in no particular area of the great oval hall Thomas remained virtually unnoticed but was visually the most flamboyantly dressed of all in attendance.
His attire could be considered androgynous, and the dark burgundy color is similar to that of blood, yet it’s tone is so resembling to the rule dressing that his silhouette didn’t raise an eyebrow to any but a few waiters, or so he thought.
A somewhat tall dark man approached Thomas with a bright smile and hooded eyes that pierced through his attentive concentration on the bids coming to his phone.
The dark man spoke with a low smoky voice
Hello, I don’t mean to interrupt you, but I couldn’t help but notice you’re the only man here in gown, yet no one is watching you.
Thomas looked into the man’s grey eyes ignoring his emotions and revealing nothing with a neutral gaze, and calm speech
I haven’t noticed, but how can I help you sir? I don’t mean to sound rude, but I’m quite busy and you are a bit of a distraction.
The Man smiled again, projecting his unambiguous fascination in an aggressive display.
I apologize, let me introduce myself; my name is Ri’chard Baptist art collector and curator of the Gotham Museum of Art, and you are Thomas Katt son of the late Aristocrats Arthur and Maria Katt, you are considered one of the most unavailable bachelors in the city and virtually invisible except in very small circles that would consider you, a master jewel thief.
Thomas lifted his gaze from his phone from which he was watching the entire time Mr. Baptist was talking; he recanted in a monotone.
Well, Mr. Baptist you seem to have me at quite the disadvantage and for a second I thought this conversation was going to be all pleasure and no business, what a shame for my ego, I was hoping this night would end nicely.
Ri’chard let out a laugh,
Your funny, I wasn’t expecting that, but please don’t call me Mr. Baptist, I would much rather you call me Rich.
Thomas raised an eyebrow in curiosity of his new acquaintance not particularly sure of Ri’chard intentions.
Well Rich, are you going to have me arrested or are using all this playful banter to scare me off from stealing your diamond?
Ri’chard never let go of his devilish charm, which his smile had now faded more into a smirk.
I don’t want to through you in jail Thomas, but I do want to speak with you alone, can
You make yourself available for the moment? I promise I will make it financially worth your wild.
Thomas was very suspicious of Mr. Baptist, but his curiosity was taking over his better judgment, he could only think to remind himself of the outcome of curious cats. Thomas answered,
Lead the way Monsieur
Ri’chard led Thomas up the great stairs down a main hallway passing several galleries with art from the French Baroque through the Revolution. Thomas pressed a small pendent on his collar, which snapped a few pictures of statues and a David painting.
They ended at a ten-foot French doors embellished in gold ornaments of vines and leaves. Once inside Ri’chard showed Thomas to a Victorian French sofa.
Ignoring Ri’chard’s invitation he stood near a gaudy fireplace next to the sofa and watched as Richard picked up something from his overly embellished baroque desk.
Richard walked up to Thomas at an uncomfortable distance for any normal individual, and then he spoke again in his smoky voice,
You know Thomas I hardly let anyone into my private quarters.
Thomas began to cut him off, because at this point he was starting to feel quite embarressed,
Look Mr. Baptist, can you cut to the chase, you have already cost me my auction and You promised me some form of compensation for a serves, now how can I help you?
Ri’chard’s face changed and was now very serious as he stepped a foot backwards,
Sure Mr.Katt, I require your serves to do something quite out of your character. I’m sure that since you have turned down the auction another one of your competitors will fill your place. I need you to stop whoever will steal my diamond, and if you help me I will help you with this.
Ri’chard then handed Thomas the black envelope he was holding in his hands.
Thomas took the envelope and ripped one end with his teeth and pulled a small photograph from the inside. Thomas handed him back the envelope and spoke to Ri’chard with a look of surprise and irritation.
Well Monsieur Baptist you obviously know entirely much more about me than you have lead me to believe, and you know I cannot turn your offer down, so I accept. Give me 15 hours for my first report, do not try to contact me, I will find you.
Thomas was somewhat annoyed and turned off by this encounter but had his eyes completely on the prize. He walked to the giant doors and stopped at the threshold before exiting.
Mr. Baptist the next time you attempt to offer me a job I would appreciate it if you didn’t try and use my nature against me, an email or formal meeting would suffice just fine.
Thomas quickly closed the door behind him before Ri’chard could get the last word.