Sophie and I exchanged contacts. It was her very first sale—something unforgettable. After the exhibition, she promised to deliver the pieces personally to New York.
Adam transferred the payment to her account without hesitation. He trusted me completely, and for the first time, I felt the true weight of my opinion—and my power.
Adam invited me to dinner. I was so elated by my progress that I couldn’t refuse him.
John vanished somewhere, leaving the two of us alone.
“You’re glowing, Clara,” Sinclair said with a smile.
“God, I’m so happy,” I exclaimed. “I haven’t felt like this in over three years.”
“And what brought you such joy?” he asked.
“The sense that I’m in the right place, at the right time. It’s strange, but I suddenly know exactly what to do. And it terrifies me—in the best
