ABOUT NOURA

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THE JOURNEY

"You're an intelligent man, Devon. It's a shame Mother Nature gave you pea-sized testicles." Noura underlined several words on her appraisal draft. Several questions about some mortuary pottery remained. A red paragraph filled the bottom of the page. Finally, she raised her eyes, studying the young man standing in front of her. The manager of the auction house had entrusted her with a promising apprentice. The qualifying term was a biased statement according to Noura. He had room for improvement. A lot of them. Sadly, babysitting newbies took a time she ran after. "Call the potential buyer again. If she flared up, stand up for yourself." She indicated her office's door with her pen. Now, leave.[break][break]
The Art Market was like any other business. Reputation was everything. Serious buyers mixed with the nutcases who hadn't enough digits on their bank account. International laws and financial bans within the countries complicated the transactions.[break][break]

Despite the inconveniences, Noura loved a job she hadn't chosen right off the bat. Aiming to work as a restorer, she had decided to change her path two years before completing her formation. Her studies, networking, and her part-time job in an art gallery kept her busy until she entered in Christie's as an apprentice at 26 years old. Three years later, she left London for Hong Kong, and her showtimes aside, she developed her network. Meeting hungry millionaires and billionaires who wanted to bring every artifact possible, their heritage, back to their home countries. At 31 years old, she moved to the United States, took the art auctioneer exam and applied for a license - ranting a lot about the lack of unity among the states and the sets of requirements differing between them.[break][break]

Her hard work paid off. Her reputation built, but she knows nothing is granted. Any scandal can taint it. And perhaps, that's why she continues her side job, pushing herself and gravitating in a grey area.[break][break]

Still, appraising art, fishing potential buyers, attending lectures and every art events, going to museums, and conducting auctions. It isn't her occupation. It's her living.[break][break]

THOSE WHO SMELL INK AND OIL

Forgery is an art. The art to create illusions. The art to deceive people.[break][break]

Noura realized she had the right skills when she got in the equivalent of Junior High. She started to imitate her parents' writing, their signatures, and every time, the administration accepted the notes, a thrilling feeling rushed to her head. This little hobby became a small business in high school, her friends asking for her help whenever they wanted to play hooky. People say practice makes perfect, and Noura won't refute that.[break][break]

She started to dabble in art forgery during her restorer's studies. They were minor jobs, nothing that could stand out. They were the assignments she gave to herself, and the money helped her.[break]
Nun was born amidst the chaos of her life. But Nun disappeared as she began to work at Christie's.

And Nun came back to life when she set foot in Hong Kong.[break][break]

Noura loves long-term relationships. Especially with their clients. It means both parties keep their lips tight shut. It means no one can dissociate the truth and the lies.

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BRUISED HEART

"You're dead to me." The words her father shouted rumbled in the living room. Rage distorted Noura's face, tears filling her eyes. Around the table, her mother cried; her two older brothers and her younger sister yelled at their father. Manager of a luxury hotel and with conservative views - unlike his wife -, Mr. Ajram would have never imagined her first daughter's coming out.
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Without a word, without a goodbye, Noura left the day after to study in Paris.
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If she stayed in touch with her siblings who begged her to talk to their mother, three years went by before she wrote to her parents.
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Father and daughter lived together for six months when she was in London and him, transferred in a second branch.
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The scar is still here, but Noura focuses on the man his father became and the fact he didn't go against an arranged engagement prepared by the maternal side.
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Arranged by the side where the money is.

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