Michael watched as the auction staff moved into action.
They approached various members of the audience—especially those who had purchased something—and politely guided them away.
At the same time, some people raised their hands, calling to be escorted elsewhere as well.
According to Arianne, they were heading to the auction house's standard post-event store.
"It's just a normal one-time shop," she'd explained. "They sell moderately rare items. Things any capable person could buy elsewhere if they looked hard enough."
Michael gave a nod, only half-listening as he watched the movement below.
It didn't take long before a soft knock came at the door of their private room.
Michael glanced toward the door just as it creaked open.
A young woman stepped inside—an auction staff member. She carried a small stack of papers in hand and a polite, professional expression on her face.
The moment she stepped in, her eyes immediately locked onto Arianne.
