The penthouse dining room table was once again covered in paper.But this time, the documents didn't smell of legal toner or desperate strategy. They smelled of heavy, expensive cardstock and international postage.Aurora stood at the head of the table, a cup of tea in her hand, looking down at the map of the world spread out before her."Paris," Victor Marchetti said, sliding a glossy brochure across the mahogany. "The Galerie Perrotin. They want to do a summer retrospective. 'Prodigy in the Paint.'""No," Aurora said. She didn't even pick it up."It’s Perrotin, Aurora," Victor sighed, adjusting his glasses. "It’s the holy grail.""It’s a circus," Aurora corrected. "Hope is twelve, Victor. She has a math final in three weeks. She isn't doing a summer tour of Europe like a rock star. She is going to camp."Victor looked at Liam, who was leaning against the sideboard, arms crossed. Liam’s face was a mask of amused agreement."Don't look at me," Liam said. "I'm just security.""We need
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