Chapter 440 The Recluse

• Olivia
• The atmosphere in the conference room was still charged with the remnants of Vanessa’s outburst, but there were other, bigger fish to fry today. With the date of the auction looming close and a seemingly impossible feat waiting just around the corner, there was no time to be worrying about petty arguments and hurt feelings.
• There was a long silence in the room as I considered the short-lived suggestion about Dianna Miller, the local artist. The others were skeptical and had mentioned that she was a recluse, but the idea still intrigued me.