“Last year, the Bryces received an unusual amount of attendance that led to a commotion that nearly cost them a precious artifact,” Eugene informed, the sound type keyboard following along with her. “So this year, they made the auction an invite only event.”
The new information loomed over Mirena's head like a guillotine waiting to be dropped.
Her finger twitched around the steering wheel as she pushed the bubbling discomfort in the pit of her stomach away.
“And, when are the invites going to be sent out?” She asked, forcing herself back into composure.
A moment of silence filled the other end before it was broken by a sound Mirena knew like the back of her hand.
“Huh?”
That was Eugene’s way of saying ‘this doesn't seem right.’
Ah, f**k.
She didn't have a good fee
