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2026-02-12 02:47:20The auction was held in the basement of a deconsecrated church in Chelsea. From the outside, it looked like a ruin. On the inside, it was a palace of sin. Crimson velvet, black marble, and the smell of expensive perfume and old secrets.
I walked in on Julian’s arm, my hand gripping his suit jacket. I could feel the stares. I was a new face, a fresh variable in their stagnant world. "There he is," Julian murmured, nodding toward a man with white hair and a face like a bulldog. Arthur Sterling. He was surrounded by a gaggle of younger men who laughed at everything he said. "He likes to feel like the biggest fish in the pond," Julian whispered in my ear. "Take his water." The auctioneer took the stage. He didn't use a gavel; he used a small silver bell. The first lot was a set of mineral rights in South America. The starting bid was two hundred thousand. Sterling raised his paddle. "Two-fifty." I didn't wait. I didn't even look at Julian. I raised my hand. "Five hundred thousand." The room went silent. Sterling turned, his eyes narrowing as he saw me. He didn't recognize me, and that clearly bothered him. "Six hundred," Sterling barked. "One million," I said, my voice clear and bored. I could feel Julian’s pulse through his arm. He was enjoying this. He was letting me be his monster. Sterling was turning red. He was a man who hated being told 'no', especially by a girl who looked like she belonged on a runway rather than a board meeting. "One point two!" "Two million," I countered instantly. "Elara," Julian whispered, his voice a warning or a thrill, I couldn't tell. "The rights are only worth one." "You told me to humiliate him," I whispered back, my eyes locked on Sterling. "I'm just getting started." Sterling slammed his paddle down. "Fine! Take the dirt. It’s useless anyway." I smiled at him. It was a cold, sharp thing. "If it's useless, Arthur, why did you look so desperate to have it?" The room erupted in hushed whispers. I had just done the unthinkable: I had insulted a titan in his own temple. The night continued like a bloodbath. Every time Sterling went for something ,a tech patent, a shipping lane, a piece of blackmail—I was there. I was a wall of Julian’s money that he couldn't climb over. By the end of the night, I had spent four point eight million dollars. Sterling was shaking with rage, his face a deep purple. As we walked out, Sterling intercepted us at the door. "You think this is funny, Thorne?" he hissed. "Bringing this... this street cat to scratch at my heels?" Julian stepped in front of me, his presence suddenly suffocating. "She’s not a cat, Arthur. She’s the one who just cost you your quarterly bonus. I’d be careful how you speak to her. She has a very expensive temper." We walked out into the cool night air. I was shaking. The adrenaline was leaving my system, replaced by a terrifying realization of what I’d just done. I had spent nearly five million dollars that didn't belong to me. "You did well," Julian said as we got into the Maybach. "I did what you asked," I said, leaning my head against the seat. "Now pay me." Julian turned to me, his eyes hooded. "The money is already in your account, Elara. But you made a mistake tonight." "What mistake?" "You enjoyed it too much," he said, reaching out to trace the line of my throat. "You didn't just drain Sterling. You tasted power. And now that you’ve had a bite, you’re never going to be satisfied with four dollars again." He leaned in, his lips inches from mine. "And that makes you very, very dangerous to me."
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