HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

is already inside,” she said.

“Of course he is.”

I walked past her.

The private dining room had been transformed into an exhibition hall. Rare coins floated inside illuminated cases along the walls. Each table was arranged with white orchids, crystal stemware and thick black catalogs embossed in gold.

My place card had been set three seats away from Julian.continue reading …