Chapter 12 - Dropped a Bomb (2/2)
A few minutes later, Secretary Gail walked to where Yana stood and handed the little lass a piece of paper. Yana frowned when she saw the details written on that piece of paper: an email address, a salary offer and a list of required doc.u.ments.
'Don't tell me she's gonna pirate me?' Yana said in her thoughts, her brows scrunched as she remembered her tip that afternoon. She mentally calculated the difference from working her three jobs vs working for Olivia and realized that there was a 5% margin. The corners of her mouth twitched at the small gap. What was she expecting from that miser Olivia? Although the offer was better than having to catch her breath after sprinting from one job to another, the thought of working exclusively for someone in the top 1% was a grey area to her. So she took another deep breath and tucked the piece of paper in her pocket. She had to think about this job offer properly before going to sleep tonight.
Tonight's gonna be a long night, Yana muttered under her breath.
Down in the main hall, men and women dressed in their couture gowns and tuxedos crowd in, looking for their designated table. The hall was filled with a sea of round tables that were decorated with a lit bonsai tree as the centerpiece and name cards of the guests with a matching bidding paddle for the auction.
It was almost time for the auction to start and the hall was filled with endless chatters from men and women of the higher stratum of society. Tonight was the perfect night to forge business alliances and they all came in for that alone… and maybe spend a few million for charity's sake.
Silence ensued when the auctioneer walked up to the centerstage with a gavel in hand.
”Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the annual Cultural Center auction gala. I see we have new faces here, Lance and Selena Go, welcome,” the auctioneer opened the night, acknowledging the pair's attendance which earned curious looks from other guests. The truth was, Selena was college friends with the auctioneer and asked him if he could give a shout out to Lance so people would approach them after the auction. This was a big charity auction and the best way to get noticed is either bid high and win, or be mentioned by the auctioneer. With Lance's financial woes at the moment, the latter option was the best way to meet possible business partners without hurting their bank.
”Opening the night is Lot number 7: Sir James. Let's start with the opening bid...”
The halls reverberated with peals of laughter and applause at the absurdity of Lot 7 making it in the charity auction and an opening piece at that. Flashed on the screen was an oil painting in a canvass of a Bengal cat dressed in a royal court uniform, in a side-face pose. However, people's laughter didn't last longer than a second when a proxy bidder raised a finger and dropped a bomb.
”Ten million dollars, sir.”
Edited by Swaning