Mr. Williams greeted him effusively, showed him around the three-room gallery space, and then they went into William’s office. Half an hour later, Daniel had signed a contract to show his works there, even though at the moment it would only be three paintings. Mr. Williams understood and accepted the fact that Daniel was contractually obligated to leave the rest of his work at the two galleries in Cleveland.
“But you’ll be handling all my new paintings,” Daniel told him, having been impressed by both the man’s knowledge of art and his businesslike approach to marketing it.
“After all,” Williams had said at one point, “you want to sell your work, not just have it sitting here like this was an art museum, with people wandering around then moving down the street to the next place. In your case, selling shouldn’t be a problem, since your name is well known.”
“But only back east,” Daniel pointed out.