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Fight For Her Vision

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 953    |    Released on: 30/06/2025

sets of plans. My beautiful original, and Mark' s ugly, fraudulent copy. The construction was on hold, but

nd only he could officially retract them and submit the correct o

und to the plans they had. The realtor's association was a possibility, but that would be a slow, bureaucratic p

ed from the depths of m

He had also been my mentor during my graduate studies, taking a special interest in my work. But we had a falling out. I had accused his gallery of und

resort. A despe

is personal information was a fortress. I started wi

answered. "Vance Gallery,

Arthur Vance, please.

y I take a message?" the voic

t. I'm a former student

her tone suggested she didn't see at

digital trash can. I waited a day. Nothing. The silen

ery again, this time asking for the assistant by

received my message. The matter is time-sensitive and of a

r. Vance's schedule is managed months in advance. He has

s being stonewalled. The hope that ha

signing buildings, but for digging through public records, old articles, and social media. I searched for anything re

xclusive, invitation-only opening for a new exhibition in two days. It was for his most v

tioned one detail.

ng, invoice for a company that supplied specialty lighting. I found the name of the cat

event on Friday. We have a last-minute adjustment to our lighting plan, and

person on the other end was busy and did

ft off the guest list by Mr. Vance's assistant, and it was terribly embarrassing. I dropped the nam

d. "I reall

furious with his staff if he finds out I was t

yone knew his reputati

the service entrance. I'll walk you in

and carefully took down a small, abstract sculpture he had given me as a graduation gift. It was a chaotic swirl of welded metal, beautiful and severe. And on the bottom, alm

nly leverage.

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