Page 14 of My Ex's Best Friend

“And you’ll meet interesting people in the corporate.”

“All of that sounds great, but—”

“But?” Ellie shakes her head. “There are no buts. I’m going to apply for it on your behalf. Just forward me the resume.”

“Okay, fine.” I sigh. “Let’s do it.”

“And let’s burn his stuff later?” Ellie looks at me batting her eyelashes.

“Nope, still not doing that.”

4

JAKE

Mr. Anderson’s face appears on the screen alongside his wife. "Good morning, Jacob,"

"Good morning, Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson. Pleasure to see you both again," I reply, a practiced smile on my face. “And you can just call me Jake.”

Mrs. Anderson leans forward, her enthusiasm evident. The backdrop of their luxurious living room showcases an impressive collection of artworks. “We've been eyeing the Giovanni Battista painting you posted online. It's breathtaking."

I glance at my notes, maintaining a composed demeanor. "Ah, the Ephemeral Echo. It's a remarkable piece with a rich history." My gaze shifts to the image on the screen. "It underwent an extensive restoration to bring out its true essence. What specifically drew your interest?"

We discuss the piece for a bit before they are the ones that bring up the price.

I lean back. "Given the historical significance and the meticulous restoration work, we're looking at seventy-five thousand dollars. However, I'm open to discussion."

There's a brief pause as they exchange glances, undoubtedly assessing the value against their budget. The woman chimes in, "It's a substantial investment, but this piece is exceptional. We need a day to discuss it and get back to you."

"Of course, take your time. Art is a personal journey, and I want you to feel a connection to the piece."

“Wow, that’s the first time I’ve heard a collector say something like that,” Mr. Anderson says.

Mrs. Anderson nods. “Yes, they’re usually so quick to make a sale.”

“That’s not how my business works at all.”

“I can see that.” Mr. Anderson nods. “Let’s see how this acquisition goes. I also see myself working with your company in the future.”

I smile in return before the call disconnects. I’ve learned to play the long game in my three years of working in the business. There are two rules I personally follow—don’t act too eager and let them know they’re the only option.

I sigh as I lean against my chair.

Bea’s voice comes from the door. “Sir, you’ve got your eleven o’clock now.”

“Right. What was that again?”

“The board meeting, sir?”

Crap. I was so focused on the Andersons that I totally forgot about that.

Bea hands me a folder. “Don’t worry, sir. Mr. Quiney and I have everything ready for you.”

“God bless you both.” I flip through the pages as I go.

I gather myself before walking into the conference room.

The air inside is heavy with the collective frown of several stern-looking board members.

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