Finally, Mr. Perkly stepped onto the stage, his posture confident as he presented Stacey’s apartment. The auctioneer’s voice boomed through the room, emphasizing its “prime location” and “charming design.” But Stacey knew her whispers had already taken root, casting a shadow over the sale.
The auctioneer opened the bidding, but a strange hush settled over the room. The audience shifted in their seats, exchanging wary glances. Seconds ticked by, yet no paddles raised. Mr. Perkly’s confident smile wavered, and a hint of confusion flashed across his face as the silence stretched on.