The ballroom of the Savoy was a glittering cavern of crystal and velvet, filled with the elite of the international packs. On stage, the auctioneer gestured toward Nadia, who sat beside Conrad, her expression held pristine professionalism."And now," the auctioneer announced, "a unique addition to our charity list—a strategic lunch date with the Lead Strategist of the Bradley Group, Ms. Nadia Williams. We shall open the bidding at ten thousand pounds."Before the auctioneer could finish, a booming voice echoed from the center of the room. "Twenty thousand!"Alpha MacLeod, the Scotsman Nadia had spoken with at the gala, leaned back in his chair with a playful grin. He caught Conrad’s eye, his gaze full of deliberate provocation. "I have a few... infrastructure questions that only a mind like hers can answer."Conrad’s jaw tightened, his yes darkening with an immediate, possessive fire. "Fifty thousand," he said, his voice flat and cold.MacLeod chuckled, clearly enjoying the reaction.
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