Claire Sinclair was hesitant to refuse, but she didn't agree right away. "Director Webb, did you need to see me about something?"
The middle-aged man replied, "You'll find out once you go up, Miss Sinclair. This way, please."
The man's insistent expression—one that clearly said he wouldn't leave without her—left Claire Sinclair feeling exasperated.
'In any case, Vincent Webb is Astoria Daily's main sponsor, so I should probably go see what he wants. Besides, at an event like this, I doubt that old codger would dare try anything.'
Claire Sinclair followed the middle-aged man into a private exhibition area. This section was dedicated to ancient Astorian paintings, with only three on display.
Vincent Webb was standing before one of the ancient paintings. Hearing footsteps, he glanced back, his eyes glinting with an unreadable emotion.
