Possessive

All eyes turned in the direction where the voice had come.

"Sold for 20 million."

Veil stole a glance at Anders behind her. How rich was this boss of hers really? she couldn't help but wonder.

Soon after the auction, the party took a different swing. Anders' phone rang right before the dance began. He walked out to take it.

Veil looked around rubbing her arms nervously. She wasn't used to events like these. Where was Anders?

"Hello, Veil!"

She turned when she heard a slightly familiar voice call her name. And there, in front of her, on a black tux that stretched to contain his broad chest and muscular arms, was Orleans, looking like a Spanish male model. Her eyes lit up.

"Hello," she smiled at him.

Orleans stole a furtive look around as if searching for something... Or someone.

"You're here alone?"

Veil shook her head. "No, I'm here with my boss. What brings you here though?"

"Same as you. Here with the boss." His facials flexed, revealing a beautiful smile. "And... where's this