How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 490

After lunch, Jarrod excused himself and headed back to the office for some urgent business.

Sylvie made her way straight to Neural Intelligence-she had a meeting scheduled that afternoon.

Jarrod settled behind his desk, listening as Keith gave his report. Once he was clear on the day's agenda, he closed the file, glanced up, and asked, "The Obsidian Gallery's exhibition opens tomorrow?"

Keith quickly double-checked, "Yes, sir. Is there anything you'd like me to arrange?"

"Set up a meeting with the director. I want to see him tomorrow."

Keith hesitated. "Are you planning to attend the exhibition yourself?"

It was rare-Mr. Silverstein's schedule was already packed, and tomorrow was no exception.

Jarrod rubbed his brow, his tone casual. "No, I'm not attending the show. I'm taking Miss Selma to meet him, discuss a potential partnership."

Keith immediately caught Jarrod's drift. "Understood. I'll make the appointment right away."

That westside gallery-Mr. Silverstein had invested in it years back. Now it made sense; he'd been thinking ahead. With their prior investment and with Jarrod personally introducing Miss Selma to negotiate a contract, the whole process would likely be seamless.

And, in doing so, he was giving Ms. Fielding a safety net

Elodie's office, her face alight with excitement. "I've

from

Elodie's hands. "A friend just

there, hanging on the wall, was the painting—Selma's painting.

stared, surprised.

an eye out. Turns out, this gallery is opening a special exhibition in a couple of days,

silent breath. "When does the exhibition

her phone. "Tomorrow at one

it early?" For once, Elodie looked almost relaxed-it

dice. They don't allow early viewings. We'll have to

hard. "I'll get there early tomorrow and try to

was finally a lead. All their efforts hadn't been in

just past ten, Jarrod's other assistant, Andrea,

was in

institution meant she'd provide artworks, they'd handle the business side, and her annual earnings could easily hit the millions. Her work would

and she'd barely have to

they arrived, Jarrod was already waiting.