“A china expert and a venture capitalist fan?” Carter asks. “Anthony, where did you meet this woman, and can you point me in the same direction?” “Much like a sixteenth-century French futon,” Anthony says, “Summer is one of a kind.” I have to smile at that. He’d sidestepped the issue of me working at Opate, hiding it in the guise of a compliment. “But unlike a sixteenth-century futon, I’m not usually sold at auction,” I add.
