Never in my wildest dreams did I see myself doing what I love as a future art buyer at the Prism Gallery. The rush I got in New York on negotiating a deal that would bring millions in profits was exhilarating. Even my confrontation with Cade helped Renato to see I wasn’t some helpless woman he’d found in a strip club a year ago. Hopefully today with the grand opening, and as a full-time employee, I could score more contacts for the gallery. I was also close to graduating in a few months and had just finished studying for another exam when we flew back from New York.
“Dome is going to drive us, right?” McKayla asked.
I shoved the empty plate in the sink, picked up the sponge, and turned the water on to wash dishes.
“Yes, Renato is meeting us there.”
“Sante left early too, can’t speculat
