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Jan 2, 2017 14:01:04 GMT 8
Post by BRIAN MARCUS FLINT on Jan 2, 2017 14:01:04 GMT 8
Brian was not known for his dealings with Flint Industries, in fact unless you generally knew of Flint Industries by word of mouth you wouldn't really know of them at all. You wouldn't know that the eldest son of Laurie and Marcus Flint was due to take over quite the family business. Brian was always looking for new opportunities as well. Mostly people who recognized him thought he was just living under mommy and daddy's money, not really doing much with his life.
Brian wasn't outward about his running the family's business. No, he wouldn't just walk out and tell people just what he did. That was on a need to know basis, generally to those he worked to make a deal with. Brian had plans today. He'd heard of a younger man who owned an art gallery. Rumour surrounded the art gallery through the black market grapevine. He'd recently moved outside of London with Merida, but most of his business was still here. He apparated to Diagon Alley before making his way towards the art gallery. Facta Non Verba, that was the name of the location.
He looked nice tucked into a pair of dark blue jeans with a green, button up, green sleeved shirt covered in a black blazer. He wrapped up in his bright grey winter cloak as today was quite the chilly day for spring. His hair had been near perfectly combed through and he'd shaven just this morning. He definitely didn't shy away from the point of having people think he was daddy's spoiled boy.
Carefully his hand gripped the door knob to the art gallery before walking in. He didn't go to make immediate contact with anyone in particular but instead took the opportunity to just be a customer. He wanted to see first hand on if this guy was good or not, and to see if they could work together, branch Flint Industries into a new dealing. Learning how someone works was the first step to anything. It was also important to see if this was even an opportunity to begin with.
His eyes fell upon a painting that was quite nice. He felt like he'd seen it somewhere else. Something about it was calming. His parents had a lot of paintings in their home and he always found them like a calm in the storm, something just relaxed him about art.
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Facta Non Verba Art Gallery Owner
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Jan 26, 2017 19:17:39 GMT 8
Post by TIBERIUS DEAN THREASHER on Jan 26, 2017 19:17:39 GMT 8
Twenty-year-old Tiberius a man who hid behind many masks. Few people knew the truth of the young art gallery owner. He kept a clean place of work, displayed a decent mixture of well known art and even the art of local magical talents. But the real work for Tiberius went on behind closed doors and in the dark of night, The man had forged art for years, stealing master pieces and selling them for massive profits. It was a thrill for the young man, who didn't enjoy getting away with a crime.
He had never personally worked with the Flint family but with his ties in the black market he knew enough to know that some in the Flint family were not as pure in their actions as they would like others to think. Nevertheless when Brian Flint entered his gallery Tiberius didn't know who he was - but he did seem like someone to pay attention too. At first Tiberius kept his space, let Brian look around.
With the gallery attendants off on errands for him the gallery was empty except for himself and Brian. A perfect set-up, for what Tiberius was unsure of, just yet that was. After what seemed like a reasonable enough time to give Brian to himself Tiberius approached with a faint smile. Warm was not the right word, nor was welcoming. But it was as pleasant as Tiberius could manage.
"Good afternoon, Sir, I see the Dubois has caught your eye - excellent taste if I do say so myself." It was an authentic piece, all that were displayed were. After all only a fool displayed fakes openly and boldly. Offering his hand to the man "My name is Tiberius, the gallery owner, please let me know if there is anything I can do you help you today." Yes Brian didn't seem the sort of man who had entered the gallery just to look at the art, Brian looked like he was here for some sort of business. |
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Feb 18, 2017 18:09:08 GMT 8
Post by BRIAN MARCUS FLINT on Feb 18, 2017 18:09:08 GMT 8
Brian was left alone for a good amount of time while he looked at the art. It was indeed this Dubois that did catch his eye. His parents owned a painting by Dubois in their home as well that was most likely why he was so happily mesmerized by it.
It seemed like quite a bit of time before someone approached him. ”Good afternoon, Sir, I see the Dubois has caught your eye - excellent taste if I do say so myself.” Brian looked at the male who approached him. ”Mum and Dad have a Dubois in their house, wonderful art style,” he told him.
A hand was offered to Brian with an introduction and Brian took it. ”Brian,” he said. Brian wasn’t here to look at the art. In fact the male that introduced himself to Brian was just the man that Brian was here to see. Tiberius seemed like a good businessman and Brian was interested in his skills both in art and business. The younger male had also told him to let him know if there was anything he could do to help him.
Brian gave a scan of the empty gallery. ”Well now that you mention helping me out, I have an inquiry for you,” he said, ”I am currently taking over my father’s business and am hoping to open us up to new opportunities than our current dabbles. Knowledge has it that you are quite the salesman with a good knack for selling, but not only that, you also make good money on your paintings. What I am hoping to do is spread your name elsewhere in the magical world and expand your sales as well as my own, a mutual partnership.”
The eldest Flint child was interested in moving to other countries and he needed good fronts for expansion. He’d never really dabbled in art but famous art in Europe was a good seller and with Tiberius’ skills it was most definitely a possibility to make money on an art front. Brian preferred using shop fronts as a way to sell their wares, it was easy and never led back to the Flint family. It was always smaller expendable people who didn’t do much that would be met with consequences but normally it was a slap on the wrist. After all they didn’t keep dragons in store fronts or anything incredibly illegal.
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Facta Non Verba Art Gallery Owner
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Oct 5, 2017 14:02:36 GMT 8
Post by TIBERIUS DEAN THREASHER on Oct 5, 2017 14:02:36 GMT 8
"I have enjoyed Dubois work since my boyhood, its quiet a treat to have a number among my current collection" There was truth in his statement, even if he stole art and forged art and everything else that basically was a degrading to the name of art - he did enjoy good art. And Dubois had always been good, he was professional after all so he knew these things. Still it was clear this man had more on his mind than art.
Brian. There was a bit of disappointment to be hand when he wasn't offered a surname as well. maybe he had been mistaken, maybe this Brian was just here for personal reasons. But something still said otherwise to Tiberius. And soon enough Brian was confirming he was not here just to look at pretty art pieces.
Blue eyes fixed on the older male Tiberius listened to his words carefully. His reputation clearly preceded him, yet just how did this Brian know - and more importantly just what? Once again there was a feeling stirring but this time it felt more of frustration, who was this Brian and just what was his end point? He'd been given little hint of who the man's father was or just what exactly the business was - just that some how it could connect to the gallery.
In someways even though the gallery was empty Tiberius felt a discomfort having this conversation in such...openness. "Would you care for a drink Brian, I think you would be pleased with the selection I can offer you in my office."
Motioning with his hand he almost beckoned Brian to follow him to the Gallery's second floor where his office was located. "You've peaked my curiosity, Brian, I feel as if I should be flattered that you seem to know so much about me - and my work." but just what work... He entered his office and held the door for Brian, he couldn't be sure the man actually wanted a drink but he had offered so the polite thing was to ensure his guest was tended to.
"Coffee, tea, something...harder?" He made nothing for himself, no he was too busy studying Brian. "Do you work much with art, Brian - besides Dubois that is? I only ask because I already will be expanding my business come summer - you see my younger brother - Topher - he has been grooming to join me in running the gallery. I mention this because well - for mutual benefit you would have to know what you were working with now...wouldn't you?"
"Though, please, make no mistake, Brian - you have like I said peaked my curiosity. I just have to wonder if its my salesmanship you are after." The way Tiberius was looking at Brian it was a little obvious he was trying to unlock the puzzle before Brian did it for him. Figure out who this man was - what he wanted - and how he could make the deal even better for himself. Tiberius always was fond of a good game. |
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