DOMINIC'S POV
I read her text four times before I put my phone face down on the nightstand.
Her name's Isabella Moreno. She bought the large Elena piece, full price, no hesitation. Real eye for the work.
Then I lay in the dark and looked at the ceiling for two hours while the city did its quiet nighttime thing outside my windows and my brain did the opposite of quiet.
I arrived at the office at seven fifteen. My assistant Priya was already at her desk, which meant nothing except that she was always early, but she looked up when I walked in and then looked at her watch and then back at me with careful neutrality.
"Board meeting's confirmed for nine," she said. "Coffee's in."
"Thank you."
I went into my office and closed the door and stood at the window with my coffee.
The board mee
