While Jude and Mitchell browse the gallery, I follow Gisele into her bright white office with accents of blue in the rugs, leather chairs, and indigo-colored desk. The window in the far corner overlooks a verdant courtyard with outdoor seating. Pictures of a man and two boys—her family, I presume—sit on the shelf behind her desk with a wall of art books, rolled prints, and two table lamps with dangling, sparkling crystals. She closes the office door and walks to her chair, pointing at a blue leather recliner with the same commanding hand snap she’d wielded at her anxious assistant.
Shifting my sling bag from my shoulder, I sit on the buttery leather, hands folded atop my bag on my lap, wondering where to start. “I apologize for disturbing your work.”
“My door’s always open to whatever co
