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The room erupted in mayhem.
Two hundred separate conversations broke out simultaneously, all at the top of people’s lungs. A few people stood up, shouting towards Dale. He winced against the barrage of noise and attention, trying to wheeze a little air into his paralyzed lungs.
Don’t faint now. You’re committed.
When they prove you’re wrong, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
“QUIET!”
The overhead speakers squealed into feedback. Dale clamped his hands over his ears. The screech faded just as quickly as it had appeared.
At the front of the room, Langton spoke quietly into his microphone. The overhead speaker volume wobbled a bit up and down as he adjusted the volume. “Mister Whitehead. That’s an incredibly serious accusation. We joke and have fun in the auction, but I must tell you: th
