Clara was telling him what a difficult week she’d had.
She was tense, restless.
“I’ll have to rebuild the entire project from scratch,” she sighed, swirling the red wine in her glass. “Noah flat-out refused to exhibit his work in Venice.”
“Don’t be upset,” Adam said. “You have plenty of talented artists in reserve. What about Sophie?”
Her eyes lit up with admiration.
“Adam, you’re a genius. I completely forgot about her. Her work is exactly what we need.”
“Only…” she hesitated.
“What? Speak. You just called me a genius,” he smirked, “maybe I can help with what’s troubling you.”
“The exhibition is already next week. To move the pieces abroad, I’ll need to handle a mountain of paperwork. I don’t know how I can possibly manage it on time.”
“That’s what lawyers are for, Clara. You pre
