Afternoon.
The underground auction house on the north side of town.
"You head to the private room; I'll join you in a bit," James said, wrapped in a black trench coat with a matching turtleneck underneath. He gave Mirabella a quick glance, leaving Wyatt to ensure her safety.
Mirabella nodded and followed Wyatt up to the plush private suite upstairs.
The room was cleverly designed for privacy; you could watch everything happening in the bustling auction below without anyone seeing in.
Mirabella settled into a chair, her eyes scanning the lively scene below. Her gaze flitted over the security cameras strategically placed around, noting the tight security.
It felt like a fortress against thieves.
The auction wasn't starting anytime soon, so Mirabella turned away, feeling a bit bored, and pulled out her phone.
As soon as she unlocked it, a notification from Lisa on Messenger popped up, sent about ten minutes ago.
Lisa was asking what her plans were for the day.
Mirabella tapped back a quick reply.
Meanwhile, Lisa, clutching her phone, let out a small sigh of relief when she saw Mirabella's response. She quickly typed back, "No worries... If you're busy, go ahead with your day."
Mirabella raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, then replied, "Just let me know if you need help. Don’t be shy."
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