“Ms. Clayton?” the auctioneer called to her, “May we accept the bid?”
She took a deep breath and looked out at the crowd.
“Yes,” she said loudly. “We accept the bid. All forty thousand. Nothing is too much for the clinic.”
The crowd went into a loud uproar with applause all over the place.
The auctioneer rapped his gavel on the counter and yelled, “Sold, for forty thousand dollars…”
“Starting tonight?” I loudly reminded them.
“Yes, let’s start tonight and get whatever this is over with,” JuliAnn growled.
“Forty-five thousand dollars for forty-eight hours of private submission from JuliAnn Clayton, starting tonight at midnight!”
He looked over at her to verify. She nodded and he banged his gavel on the block.
I had to sit back down. A doctor from the clinic gave a short thank you s
