" When is this concert of yours?" Samuel turned toward Darren, who was already drunk and asked.
" I don't know, but I think sometime next week," Darren replied, chugging another half a glass of wine.
" How come you don't know? You said you have been waiting for years!" Samuel was perplexed by his answer.
" I was, but I only found out about them recently, and my mind is buzzing too hard to focus on the details, but I can assure you it's not the day after tomorrow!"
" Alright then, I am in, too, as long as it's not a disappointing auction." Samuel was also interested. He could buy a few more cars and store them for special occasions.
" I promise you it will be a good auction. I heard they have a lot of good cars this time." Antonio was happy.
" Wait! You have seen the manifest, haven't you?" Istanbul knew something was wrong the minute Antonio started bragging about it.
" Maybe?" Antonio smiled mischievously.
" Tell me!"
