The Chelsea gallery district was alive with sleek town cars and umbrella-toting art collectors on Saturday evening. Rachel stood across the street from Mercer Contemporary, watching the glamorous crowd filter through the two-story glass entrance beneath glowing minimalist lighting. Rachel wore a high-collared black wool dress, minimalist silver earrings, and low heels. She looked polished, professional, and composed, though her palms were slick with nervous sweat. Taking a deep, centering…
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