CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
“Ah, Mrs. Stallone,” Grant said into the phone in his home office. “Grant Copeland here. How have you been?”
“Mr. Copeland?” the lady gushed through her Italian accent. “Always glad to hear from one of our biggest customers. How are you?”
“I’m in great spirits.” He put his feet on the desk. “How’s the weather in Venice?”
“Beautiful.” She chuckled. “When is it not beautiful here?”
“I have to get back there for a vacation, which will be easier since I’m retiring soon.”
“That’s surprising because I didn’t think you’d give it up.”
“I didn’t either.” He laughed as he dangled Alexis’ earring from his fingers. “Life is unpredictable.”
“It sure is. I assume you want to order something?”
“For a very special occasion and since you’re one of the most revered jewelers in Ita
