We sat. A waiter appeared instantly, silent as a shadow.
“How long have you been in Rome?” Mason asked.
“Five days,” Damian said.
“And what brings you here?”
“My colleague had never visited,” he lied smoothly. “I wanted to show her the Vatican Library, a few treasures. A work trip, to immerse her in artifacts. Miss Elfhorn studied art history and now works with me in the antiques shop.”
Mason’s eyes slid to me. “And how do you find Rome?”
“Overwhelming,” I admitted. “The city feels like one vast mystery, heavy with legends.”
“You’re right about that.”
“Do you live here?” I asked.
“No. Just business. Only a few days. We thought it fitting to hold our meeting here.”
Felissa lifted her empty glass at the waiter, already bored.
“I’ve finished my degree,” Silvia said, gaze fixed on Damian.
“Congratulations,” he replied evenly. “What’s next?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe travel.”
“That sounds exciting.”
I leaned toward her. “What did you study?”
“Art and history. I want to follow in my father’s footsteps.”
“That’s admirable,” I said. “Your parents must have introduced you early to the art world.”
“Yes. My father taught us so much. I only hope I’ll be as successful as he is.”
“You will,” Mason said, pride flickering sharp in his eyes.
The waiters filled the table—bread, wine, gleaming silver dishes.
“I’ve been thinking over your offer,” Mason said at last, a calculated smile ghosting his lips. “And I think we have a deal.”
“Mr. Mason, this artifact is priceless to me,” Damian said evenly. “It completes my collection. Without it, the whole thing loses its weight.”
“And if I deliver it, it will be invaluable to you.”
Damian inclined his head. “I’ll compensate you generously. But more than that—your influence stretches far beyond mine. With your backing, my name could rise higher in the art world than I’ve ever dreamed.”
Mason let the silence stretch, testing the air.
“Connections are everything,” he said at last. “I can help you acquire the artifact—and open doors you cannot open alone. But, Damian,” his eyes hardened, flashing a quiet warning, “you must understand. Balance is required. Money alone won’t be enough.”
His tone was calm yet carried unspoken authority.
“What exactly are you proposing, Mr. Mason?”
“I want exclusive rights to certain pieces from the Elhaus Collection. And I want you available to me—as a partner.”
