58: Auction

Williams POV.

The auction room buzzed with energy, excitement and tension hanging in the air like static. Crystal chandeliers illuminated the room, as well-dressed attendees were seated elegantly at the tables. The auctioneer stood on a raised platform, his voice sounding in the hall as he introduced the next item.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our next piece is 'The Dancer in Bronze,' a stunning sculpture by the renowned artist Henri Duval. Bidding starts at one million dollars."

I sat near the front, my eyes fixed on the sculpture. Its graceful form captured my attention, and I knew I had to have it. I raised my paddle, confident that no one would outbid me. "One million," I called out, my voice steady.

"One point two million," a voice countered from the back. I glanced around, trying to see who had the audacity to bid against me.

"One point five million," I said, raising my paddle higher. The auctioneer nodded, acknowledging my bid.

The room was filled with the soft murmurs of the crowd,