Reckless Individual

The woman calmly accepted the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd, her red lips lifting a mysterious smile that made it difficult to guess her thoughts. Chris Paylomon's small hammer almost dropped from his hand due to shock, but fortunately, his years of professional composure saved him. He cleared his throat, calming his internal amazement, and surveyed the crowd. "Is there a higher bid than five hundred million?"

Before he could finish, Dave slowly raised his bid, "Six hundred million!"

"Seven hundred million!" the red-haired woman showed no weakness.

Dave turned his gaze to the red-haired woman sitting in the same row as him. She waved at Dave, a smile on her face with a hint of provocative challenge. Dave subtly furrowed his brows, hearing instructions through his earpiece. He raised his bid again, "Eight hundred million!"