"War and Peace," "Zeppelin Airship," "Olympia," "Lunch on the Grass," "Night Travel," "Sistine Madonna," "Academy of Athens"...
The elevator doors opened.
Sir Brown walked steadily toward the independent office at the end of the corridor.
The day after the shareholders' meeting ended.
The Chairman could hardly wait to get rid of the portrait of the Old Count, which had been an eyesore in his office for quite some time.
The citizens can't run into the Chairman's office with placards to protest.
So.
Unlike that difficult sculpture that required a crane to move, under Sir Brown's order, the portrait that had hung on the wall for nearly a century obediently lay in the corner of the warehouse collecting dust.
"Finally, no one is whispering in my ear any more ridiculous statements about how everything that happens here is related to art."
Ridiculous.
