"Last chance!" The male announcer shouted.
"Five million and one," The female announcer continued, "Five million and two, five million and three!"
"No fucking way," Khan muttered, but the announcers' following words forced him to accept the event.
"Lord Vegner wins!" The male announcer declared. "Pandora congratulates you for adding such a promising piece to your collection."
A round of applause unfolded, but Khan's gaze remained fixed on the stage. His mind struggled to realize how much money he had just earned while he watched his old knife disappear into the floor.
"Khan," Monica called in a scolding tone from the nearby seat.
Khan returned to reality and stood up, peeking past the gallery's edge to find his benefactor. A heavily overweight man was searching for his figure from the seats below, and he performed a military salute to express his gratitude.
"Can he even see me from down there?" Khan wondered.
