Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Art of Jessica Jane: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

The request arrived on a grey Monday morning amongst a stack of routine correspondence waiting on Jessica's desk.Normally she would have thought nothing of it. Private viewings were a regular part of gallery life. Collectors liked exclusivity, investors liked personal attention, and wealthy patrons often preferred to discuss donations away from crowded exhibition openings.This request should have been no different.The moment she saw the name attached to the email, however, her stomach tightened.Philippe Marchand.Jessica leaned back in her chair and read the message a second time.The wording was perfectly polite. Philippe expressed an interest in supporting the Oak Project and wished to discuss a substantial financial contribution. He requested a private viewing of several upcoming collections and suggested a meeting later that week.On paper it sounded generous.In reality, it felt like an excuse.She immediately forwarded the email to Henri.The reply arrived less than two minu

The following Monday began like any other.Jessica arrived at the gallery shortly after eight, coffee in one hand and a notebook tucked beneath her arm. The city was already awake. Traffic rolled steadily along the streets outside, and early morning sunlight streamed through the tall gallery windows.For the first few hours, everything felt perfectly normal.Meetings.Emails.Planning sessions.The familiar rhythm of work.The kind of ordinary day people rarely appreciate until they lose it.Shortly before lunchtime, Henri appeared carrying a folder thick with documents.The sight alone made Jessica groan."More paperwork?"The old man looked offended."Some people enjoy paperwork.""No they don't.""Accountants do.""They're not people."Henri tried to maintain a serious expression and failed completely.Their laughter echoed through the office.Moments like these had become common.Small.Unremarkable.The sort of moments that quietly become memories without anyone noticing.Later t

Henri rarely ignored his instincts.Age had taught him many lessons. Some had come through success. Most had come through mistakes.The most important lesson of all was simple.When something felt wrong, there was usually a reason.Even if you couldn't see it yet.As he stepped out into the rain, the unease that had followed him for weeks settled heavily in his chest.He pulled out his phone and called Jessica.The call went straight to voicemail.His grip tightened around the device.That had never happened before.Not with Jessica.She always answered.Or called straight back.Always.Back at the gallery, Jessica forced herself to remain calm.Philippe stood only a few feet away now.Too close.The large exhibition room suddenly felt smaller than it had ten minutes earlier.She glanced towards the entrance.The door remained unlocked.The street beyond shimmered beneath rain and streetlights.Freedom was only a few steps away.Yet something about Philippe's posture made her hesitate

Henri insisted on driving Jessica home.This time there was no argument.No teasing.No stubborn refusal.The events of the evening had stripped away any desire either of them had to pretend everything was normal.Paris glistened beneath the rain as they drove through the city.For most of the journey neither spoke.Jessica sat staring through the window, replaying the evening in her mind.The moment Philippe had stepped through the gallery doors.The look in his eyes.The confidence.The certainty that he would eventually get what he wanted.The memory made her feel sick.Henri kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel.His expression remained thoughtful.Too thoughtful.Jessica knew him well enough to recognise when his mind was working through a problem.The silence finally broke halfway through the journey."I'm going to the police."The words came quietly.Matter of fact.Certain.Henri nodded immediately."Good."No hesitation.No discussion.Just agreement."The messages."J

The following week began peacefully.Too peacefully.Jessica noticed it on Monday morning as she unlocked the gallery doors.The city was bright. The weather had finally improved. Visitors arrived early, and the Oak Project was preparing to announce a new mentorship programme.Everything should have felt positive.Instead, a strange tension lingered beneath the surface.Like the silence before a storm.The sort of silence that made people glance towards the horizon without understanding why.Henri seemed distracted.Not dramatically.Most people would never have noticed.Jessica did.Over the years she had learned to read the small signs.The thoughtful pauses.The distant expressions.The way he stared at nothing while thinking about everything.Three times before lunch she caught him checking the security cameras.Twice she found him reviewing schedules.Neither mentioned it.Neither needed to.By Wednesday afternoon the police finally contacted them with an update.It wasn't the ne