Forty-eight hours later, the dust had finally settled over the city's art district.

Nora sat behind the massive mahogany desk in the Chairman's office, the late afternoon sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and casting long, golden shadows across the room. The space was still sparse

Nora stepped into the room, dropping her coat over the back of a leather sofa. She didn't wait for permission. She didn't wait for an invitation.

She walked across the room, closing the distance between them, stepping into his space not as an employee, and not as a creditor.

She stepped into his