Something was wrong
Henry was supposed to be here. He promised. But now, his number was unreachable.
My fingers clenched around my phone, heart hammering against my ribs.
Breathe, Drielle.
Breathe.
The host took the stage, his voice echoing through the grand hall, but his words blurred into background noise.
My eyes darted across the room, scanning every entrance. Where the hell was Henry?
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the annual auction of Boston. We are honored by your interest in charity for the poor and needy.”
He shed light on the uniqueness of sale items, thanking the sponsors, but it wasn’t of my concern.
Henry’s disappearance tightened my throat.
I noticed the signature, cold smile toying on Felix’s lips as he talked to his table fellows.
He was back to his old self to openly celebrate his approaching victory.
Meanwhile, the auction started with vintage jewelry, fucking my brain. So, as a last resort, I texted Henry’s assistant.
“Where’s Henry, Brad? Why are you here alone?”
Luckily, Brad was in his right mind, he messaged me swiftly.
“Boss is on his way, ma’am. Please enjoy.”
Enjoy?
My foot!
My erratic heartbeat was aching my chest, running me out of patience with every passing second. I hardly composed myself during the first three item sales. But when the host announced the ceramic’s auction, I lost it and got up.
“Excuse me.”
I turned to flee to the bathroom for a moment of relief, Henry’s delay was getting on my nerves. However, experienced sudden showers of serenity and peace as I turned and saw Henry entering through the doors.
He made the first offer for the bidding. “Fifty thousand dollars!”
His firm tone reverberated in the surroundings, bringing a joyous smile to my face. I sat down and raised my board.
“One million dollars!”
The sudden jump in prize excited others, they actively participated in bidding.
“Two million dollars!”
“Three million dollars!”
“Four million dollars!”
But when I raised the offer to ten million dollars, the pin–drop silence prevailed in the hall, none of the bidders spoke up after that.
This was the plan, a trap to make me the focal point of the bidding process.
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Bye Bye Lovesick Puppy: No Longer Chasing Your Glow, I Became My Own Sun
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Felix joked lightheartedly. “Come on, guys. This is half of the market price. Add some millions and still, you won’t be wasting money.”
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