"Is there anyone who will challenge Booth#1's bid at ten million dollars?" The auctioneer's powerful voice tried to persuade his audience as if pleading them to bid higher. The adrenaline from the opening bid sent him on overdrive and he was in it to win it tonight.
"Eleven million, here," another voice rang across the hall from a lady sitting by the proxy booth table with hand pressed on her ears as she listened to her boss's instruction through the device. Her name was Natalia. And just like Maxen, she hated losing in the bidding wars too, not after working for Maxen for almost ten years, proxy bidding on his royal highness's behalf.
The guests started to wonder who was behind those two phone calls and why would they bid that much on a weird portrait of a cat.
The proxy bidder for Booth#1, a blonde girl that looked more like a runway model raised her hand again and said, "Fifteen million, sir."
