ELARA'S POV
The New York penthouse sold in June for twelve million dollars.
Damien told me over dinner, matter of fact, the way he handled things now. No ceremony around it.
"Done," he said.
"How do you feel?"
"Like I closed a tab I forgot I had open."
That was accurate enough.
July brought heat and a complication I hadn't anticipated. The Seattle gallery received an acquisition offer.
Not for a piece. For the gallery itself.
A development group wanted the building for a mixed-use project. They'd approached the building owner directly and the owner, a man named Gerald who'd been perfectly reasonable for three years, called me personally to say he was considering it.
"I wanted to tell you before anything was decided," he said. "You've been a good tenant."
"How long do I have?"
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