It was Monday morning. The sun shone through the glass windows of the Golden Frame Art Gallery. Josey sat behind her desk, tapping her pen and looking serious.

“Miss Clara,” she said to her personal assistant, “how were our sales last month?”

Clara looked nervous. She held a small file in her hand. “Compared to the month before last, sales were down by thirty-five percent,” she said.

Josey frowned. “That’s a big drop. What can we do?”

Clara hesitated. “Should we wait for the next exhibit or—”

“No,” Josey cut in. “Let’s slash the prices of the pieces we already have. Make them look like limited offers. Think of ways...