THE ART OF DECEPTION

cles. "I slept okay," she said, her voice still husky from sleep. Max nodded, handing her a cup of steaming hot coffee. "I made some coffee," he said. "I hope you like it black." Lena t

the room. "This is incredible," she said. "How did you set all of this up?" Max smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Let's just say that I have my ways," he said. As Lena explored the room, she stumbled upon a folder filled with documents and photographs. She opened it, and her eyes widened in shock. "What is this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Max's expression was grim. "That's the evidence I've been collecting," he said. "Evidence of the gallery's involvement in the forgery ring." Lena's eyes scanned the documents, her mind reeling with the implications. This was big, much bigger than she had ever imagined. But as she delved deeper into the folder, she stumbled upon something that made her heart skip a beat. A photograph of Max, standing alongside the gallery's