He seemed to recognize me, too. With a gentle smile, he stood and extended a hand. "Miss Jennings, pleasure to meet you. I’m Callum Grant.""Mr. Grant," I said, recovering quickly and shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you, too.""I didn’t expect to see you again so soon," I added with a polite smile."Fate works in mysterious ways," he said with that same warm expression on his face. "I’m glad we’re meeting under better circumstances this time."We sat down, but instead of diving straight into work, Callum started talking about art."I’ve seen some of your posts online," he said. "You’ve been visiting a lot of galleries. You have a sharp eye.""I’ve always loved art," I replied. "Paris is a beautiful place for it.""I agree," he said, his gaze bright with interest. "Art is a universal language. It connects people, no matter where they come from."From paintings to music to literature, our conversation flowed naturally. I was surprised by how much we had in common. He was smart, c
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