Chapter 13
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“Bring that piece here,” Stacy said. She directed the workmen carrying the painting and moved further into the corridor, almost getting to where I was standing. “It's going on this walk here.”
They hung the painting while Stacy looked on with the pride of a new mother. It was always fun to watch her at work like this. This glow was fun to see. Her eyes would light up with every new piece that came in. By now, our gallery was expanding even more and each day, troops of people came in from all over to look at the fascinating collection.
Stacy had worked with me for more than a month at this point. During that time, I was moved to supervise her more than the other collectors I had employed. This was because of two main reasons.
One, she was doing much more work than anyo
