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  1. Cover
  2. ALSO BY JAMIE BRENNER
  3. PART ONE
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  80. Acknowledgments
  81. About the Author
  82. What’s next onyour reading list?

“Great. Also, I do have a question about one particular piece.”

“Oh?”

“At the party the other night, someone asked about the Electric Rose. You mentioned that it hasn’t been shown publicly since your sister’s death. I hope you will at least consider including it in the auction. It would make for spectacular publicity.”

Elodie sat back in her seat, narrowing her eyes. “That’s not going to happen. And if that ring is your entire motivation behind this conversation, then we have nothing left to discuss.”

“No, no,” Sloan said quickly. “Absolutely not. There’s certainly no shortage of remarkable pieces to build a promotional campaign around. Really, I think it would be the auction of the decade. And again, we’d welcome your input. You are Pavlin & Co.”

Yes, she was. And really, what better way to make use of the collection? She would never have someone to hand the pieces down to. And selling it off would at least prevent her niece from claiming it.

“I’ll think about it.”

7

Gemma stood outside the Union Square Barnes & Noble and checked her phone. Sanjay was ten minutes late, but he was doing her a favor, so she knew she couldn’t complain. She had a bunch of new pieces she needed photographed for Instagram and he agreed to help.

It was the day of the farmer’s market, so she at least had great people-watching to pass the time. You never knew when you’d spot a celebrity on the hunt for prime butternut squash.

Her phone rang.

“May I speak to Gemma Maybrook?” a female voice said.

“This is Gemma.” She stepped closer to the bookstore awning and covered one ear with her hand.

“I’m calling from Jacob Jabarin’s office. Mr. Jabarin unfortunately needs to postpone your meeting.”

“Postpone? Why?”

“I’m not at liberty to disclose all the details, but he said you have a product more than a business, so it’s premature to discuss any potential investment.”