Davina had completed all her tasks for the day without even stepping outside the law firm building. She had even requested that some of her clients meet her directly at the office. She made it a point to minimize leaving the premises during working hours.As Irene emerged from the toilet, she stopped upon seeing Davina busy making coffee in the office pantry. Curiosity piqued, Irene approached Davina and spoke up."Ah, I see you've made coffee for the third time today. Isn't that a bit excessive?" Irene asked, suddenly intrigued.Davina greeted Irene with a warm smile. "I have an overwhelming number of documents to read. Everything seems to have lost its appeal. I've been feeling unusually tired these days."Understanding Davina's predicament, Irene nodded sympathetically."Would you like some coffee too?" Davina kindly offered.Irene politely declined and had a better suggestion in mind. She put her arm around Davina and proposed an idea."You don't seem to be in the best mood. How a
Nick arrived at the bar an hour earlier than Damian as they had planned. Eager to observe the unfolding events, Nick settled onto a barstool and ordered a glass of whiskey, though he did not intend to consume it.As Nick surveyed the surroundings, he couldn't help but notice that the atmosphere seemed unusual for the typically refined and exclusive bar. Something was different about the crowd gathered that evening, and Nick couldn't quite put his finger on it.His attention, however, quickly shifted when a movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. It was Damian, entering the establishment accompanied by none other than Maggie. This unexpected development sparked confusion and surprise within Nick, manifesting as a furrowed brow and a dropped jaw."Maggie? Why would she be here with Damian? They seem so close," Nick murmured, struggling to make sense of the situation. From his vantage point, there was no visible evidence of a romantic relationship between Maggie and Damia
Davina had accompanied Irene and her friends to the bar. In just a few short hours, she had already formed a strong bond with Irene's diverse group of male companions, who hailed from various professional backgrounds. "Why didn't you mention that all your friends are men?" Davina asked, her voice barely a whisper. Irene gave Davina a perplexed look. "Didn't I mention it before?" “You’re not!” exclaimed Davina. “My bad,” Irene says. Davina let out a sarcastic snicker, not fooled by Irene's feigned innocence. Irene pulled Davina closer and stood in line together, awaiting the pre-admission check. Approaching the security guard, Irene confidently presented her membership card. "Hello, this is my membership card," she stated, extending the card towards the guard. "And this is my friend. She came here with me," she added, pointing at Davina. Davina offered a stiff smile to the sharply scrutinizing security guard. After the rigorous checks, Davina, Irene, and the rest of their group w
"Since she is the most exceptional candidate among all the others, we will commence the bidding at a staggering one million dollars!" exclaimed the auction host, his voice laced with excitement and anticipation.Standing among the spectators, Damian couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as the grand spectacle unfolded before his eyes. "Here we go," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with eagerness.Davina, taken aback by the revelation, turned her attention towards the stage, her eyes widening in surprise. She instinctively reached out and gently patted Irene on the shoulder, seeking confirmation. "Wait, you mean to say that they are auctioning off Camille right now?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.Irene nodded calmly, her expression calm. "Yes, that's precisely what is happening. Would you be interested in participating? Mike can act as your representative," she suggested casually.Davina only participated in an auction once, a collectibles auction where the proceeds w
As Nick remained silent, Davina let out a soft sigh of resignation. No further confirmation was needed for Davina to piece together the puzzle behind the auction - Damian was the mastermind."You really won't tell me who that woman is?" Davina made one last attempt to coax an answer out of Nick."I genuinely don't know right now, so I can't tell you," Nick replied honestly, his voice tinged with a sense of helplessness.Davina stared at Nick in disbelief, feeling like a fool who had been kept in the dark. The realization hit her hard, leaving her feeling foolish and naive. "I'm done talking to you," Davina declared disgustedly, her tone laced with anger and disappointment as she stormed out of the small room."Davina? Davina!" Nick's pleas fell on deaf ears as Davina continued her retreat, leaving Nick unable to stop her from exiting.Meanwhile, Damian and Maggie sat on the sofa, basking in the comfortable ambiance. Maggie cast a sidelong glance at Damian, breaking the silence. "You d
Davina methodically buttoned each button on her open shirt, ensuring an impeccable appearance. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress, transforming it into a formal attire that befits the occasion. With her outfit perfected, Davina gracefully approached Camille.From a distance, Damian observed Davina's entrance onto the show's main stage, a mischievous chuckle escaping his lips. As he watched intently, Damian couldn't help but sense a shift in Davina's demeanor. It was evident from the determined expression on her face that Davina had something planned, something that worked against Damian interests."Davina? Davina!" exclaimed Camille excitedly, calling out to her best friend with joy and desperation. Camille loosened her grip on the hands of the two men who held her captive and moved to position herself behind Davina. Placing a trembling hand on Davina's, Camille pleaded for her help."Davina, please, I beg you to save me. My mother is trying to auction me," Camille implored, h
"Let me go, bastard! Where do you think you're taking me? I swear I'll kill all of you!" Camille's voice pierced the air with a deranged madness. She fought relentlessly, attempting to free herself from the iron grip of the two towering men who had grabbed hold of her arms. With every ounce of strength expended, Camille's efforts to escape proved futile, finally forcing her to concede defeat. Exhaustion wore her down after her earlier rebellion.Mike arrived accompanied by a well-dressed man who was a buyer at the auction. Camille narrowed her eyes, casting a hostile glare toward the two of them, enunciating the hate she felt. A wry smile appeared on Mike's face as he observed Camille's chaotic state, resulting from her previous defiance. He patted the shoulder of the man, who incidentally became Mike's acquaintance."You have quite the discerning eye," Mike complimented with admiration."No matter what the bidding price is, rest assured, I will ultimately secure the centerpiece of to
Camille's resolve kicked in as Zack left the room, urging her to grasp any sliver of understanding she could attain. With a sudden burst of energy, she reached for Zack's legs, restraining him from walking away."Wait! At least please tell me what the date is today," she pleaded, her eyes searching his for a glimmer of information.Zack, wrenching free from Camille's hold with a look of disdain, tossed a paper bag towards her. "Change your clothes and find your way out of this room," he ordered curtly, seemingly implying that he had no intention of granting her request.Utterly frustrated, Camille let out a piercing scream, desperately hoping to catch Zack's attention one last time. "At the very least, tell me the date!" she shrieked, her voice reverberating off the walls of her desolate prison."Twenty-six!" Zack snapped back abruptly, the door slamming behind him with an unnerving finality.Left alone to ponder her circumstances, Camille's laughter, tinged with a hint of malice, ech