Plush chairs and a low table sat at the centre, and the walls were lined with rich mahogany panelling, accented with gold. It was designed to soothe the senses, a perfect space for high-stakes transactions.
The air was faintly scented with lavender, likely meant to ease the nerves of jittery bidders who had just parted with obscene amounts of wealth.
I stepped in and felt some of the tension in my shoulders loosen, though the hunger still lingered, waiting for a crack in my resolve. This room was different from the main hall—it had an almost tranquil atmosphere, as if it was designed to keep tempers cool—a place where deals could be made without emotions running high.
'Perfect for keeping bidders from ripping the place apart when they realized they'd made a colossal mistake,' I thought with a sardonic smile. Like me.
