“Make sure you get pictures of everything,” a young brunette said as the photographer focused on the painting in front of them. “And make sure to get establishing shots of the interior. We want to make sure the real estate brochure is warm and homey.”
“Just what do you think you are doing?” Lidia demanded. “Who are you?”
“Denise Richardson, I’m an appraiser for the Duke Richardson Auction House,” the brunette answered with a smile and presented her with a card. “Mister Stanton contacted us to handle the auction of the estate and its contents. It’s going to be very exciting.”
“Stop it right now,” Lidia snapped. “There has been a mistake. Your services are not needed so you can leave now.”
“Mister Stanton said you would say that,” Denise maintained her smile. “He said to ignore you. Le
