Fight For Her Vision
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.