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“Mining. Both metal and gems.”
In other words he raped the earth in impoverished countries, underpaying his workers, and leaving the land desecrated before he moved on and repeated the process.
Good to know he was a planet killer on top of being a dirty scumbag.
“This is my first time,” he told me something I’d already deduced. “Any pointers?”
Christ.
Why me?
There were fourteen other men in the room he could’ve chosen to chat up who would’ve happily shared the ins and outs of bidding and ownership.
A chime rang through the house.
Saved by the bell—literally.
The auction was starting.
And right on time.
Jack along with Joan’s team would already be at the staging area they’d set up at the bottom of the street. Much to my disgust the plan was to allow the auction to start. It would be an easier operation to execute if all the players were in one confined area. Leaving the entry team to dispose of the guards before moving to the lower level.
I had every inch of the sixteen-thousand-square foot monstrosity memorized.
So did Jack.
The lower-level movie theater was the obvious location for the auction. It was an intimate, confined space. The women could be easily viewed up close. Though we’d also planned for the event Martin used what the blueprint considered the family room. The space was much larger, open, with windows on two sides that would bring both mountain views and city lights from the valley in the distance.
Either way, the entry team would have no choice but to use the stairs. Not ideal. Creating a fatal funnel was an operator’s worst nightmare.
“Please leave your drinks, gentlemen, and follow me.” Eden reappeared in her sick-fuck madam get-up.
I would guess between the diamonds in her ears, tiered necklace going from a choker to several layering strands that elongated until the final one dipped between her cleavage, the large-stoned Hemmerle Harmony Bangles, and the shimmery gown, her getup cost double mine.
A nauseating reminder human trafficking paid well.
I turned back to Phillip.
“Only advice I have is if you see something you like, bid high.”
“What’s considered high?”
Jesus.
“Nothing under seventy-five and if you want her I’d bump that to ninety and be prepared to spend no less than a hundred and fifty. Unless she’s fresh, then you’re looking at a quarter mill and up.”
The man whistled.
Did he think he was walking away with a human for a bargain basement price?
Upon arrival tonight there was a menu of sorts printed and framed. Several of them actually—they were displayed around the formal living area, giving the bidders an idea of what they had to look forward to. It was a foul list of ages, heights, weight, eye color, hair, and experience.
Most of them blondes, young, and three were virgins.
Seventeen women total.
On the low end, the night would bring in close to three million.
