The Bellamy Gallery stood like a jewel on West 76th, an elegant limestone facade that carried the kind of quiet prestige most corporations tried to buy but never earned. Jason Jae had seen plenty of art spaces across the globe—Paris, Hong Kong, Milan—but there was something about this one that struck him differently. It wasn’t just the gallery; it was who was inside it.
He adjusted his cufflinks as he stepped from the sleek black sedan, ignoring the curious stares from a few passersby. His reputation preceded him in most places, but here, he wasn’t CEO Jason Jae of Jae Corporation. Here, he was a man walking into the domain of Gigi Jasmine. And that made the moment… charged.
Inside, Bellamy Gallery smelled faintly of polished wood and oil paint. The lighting was warm, carefully angled to
