Gil’s assessment did rub Trent the wrong way, even after being warned not to take them personally. Trent grabbed his wallet, which was chained to his pants. “Well, you may be right that I’m not the richest guy on the block, but that doesn’t mean I came to waste your time. I have money to spend, and believe it when I say I’ll drop $25,000 if I find the right piece.”
The creaking of Trent’s leather jacket echoed down the empty hallway.
“I believe you, Trent. I do. I’m not in the habit of insulting my patrons. What I am saying is the cost just to view the art behind those doors is $25,000. The hallway beyond that is $100,000.”
Trent’s eyebrows shot up as he began to realize just how high the stakes were.
Gil grinned. “You want to know what’s down the $100,000 hallway?”
Trent nodded dumbl
