Chapter 11

Wynn nodded, his thoughts going back to that night. “He invited me to his place for drinks, so he could get to know me better.”

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Wynn had seen Lionel Knight at a few of his art exhibits, but didn’t know who he was other than a man who had purchased some of his paintings, so he’d asked the owner of the gallery hosting his most recentshow.

“He’s a businessman with very deep pockets,” he told Wynn. “Consider yourself lucky he likes your work. This could be just the push your career needs.”

So Wynn had accepted the invitation. He showed up on time at the building holding Lionel’s lavish condominium, nervously pressing the buzzer to let the man know he was there. His nervousness deepened as he rode up in the elevator to the penthouse level.