What Happened In Vegas...
Jacinda Barrett dropped into the chair behind her desk with an uncharacteristic plop. "Wasn't I just here?"
Her assistant, Andrew, handed her a cup of coffee. "We all were, honey. The auction has everybody hopping." He leaned over her desk and whispered conspiratorially, "I think even the boss man stayed after five last night."
Jacinda sipped coffee to hide her smile. If Sherman Pascowitz, chairman of Callibro's Auction House since before Moses parted the seas, worked late, then the auction that was due to take place in less than a week must truly be extraordinary. And that fact added to her anxiety. She was only an assistant curator. This was the first time she'd been given the opportunity to take charge of an auction— and that was no doubt because her boss was currently on maternity leave. Still, Mr. Pascowitz could have chosen any one of the three other assistants.
"How many more items do we have to inventory?" she asked Andrew.
"About a hundred."
"Then let's hope this caffeine kicks in soon. Let me answer my e-mail, then we'll get to it."
Andrew spun and headed toward the door. "I'm there for you as always."
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