a renowned auctioneer from Sotheby's too

k. "I read Bloomberg every morning," she

second. He didn't push it, but h

item. It was a vintage Bvlgari eme

d dollars," the auctioneer announced

ed at Dominick. Her eyes were wid

ed up her water glass to hide

letely expressionless. He rai

Then, a wave of shocked gasps and

y three hundred thousand. It was a massive,

ust to look at Aubrey. Her eyes were f

her palms that the skin nearly broke

covering her mouth with her hands. She looked at

his eyes immediately slid diagonally

eye contact. She looked down at her phone,

uests began filtering out t

her shoulders. She just wanted to call her

e museum. A large, solid figure stepped

t cigar between his fingers. He smell

His voice left no room for argum

. "Why? Is Veronica's van no

His dress shoes clicked heav

wn at her. His voice was ice. "Do you want tomorrow's New Yor

knew the rules of her family's trust f

ing. She stepped around him and w

together. A blinding wall of camer

t. He pulled her flush against his side, playi

ht through the velvet of her dr

stretch Lincoln. Aubrey practically dove i

The heavy door slammed shut, instant