“Item #809, Cecile’s Coral Tears. Starting bid at one hundred thousand,” the auctioneer started.

That exact necklace on display was the one Leon’s unit was intended to retrieve after it was stolen. It shone like starlight underneath the blinding lights—it wasn’t a surprise the bid started so high. Leon immediately raised his bid paddle.

“Do I hear one fifty?” The auctioneer continued, to which you raised your own card.

“Christ,” Leon muttered quietly. This’ll be a long night. “Two hundred.”