The other party was just a fighting enthusiast who tried to buy an antique from her, they had talked a bit at a private exhibition of hers, and upon discovering that they had quite a lot to talk about, they exchanged telephone numbers, so they were acquaintances at best.
'Hello? Who is this?' There was a deep male voice from the other end of the call.
'Is this Mr Kaedun? Do you still remember me? I'm Barcetina.'
'Barcetina? Oh… it's Miss Barcetina! How are you? Have you decided to sell that Mask? The price is negotiable.' The other person's tone grew passionate. Barcetina perked up, there was finally someone who did not reject her. After a series of neglected calls and direct rejections, her emotions had gotten more and more frustrated.
