Chapter 107 The auction room

The Velvet Room lived up to its name. Plush, dark fabric draped the walls of the converted warehouse, muffling sound and creating an atmosphere of hushed exclusivity. Well-dressed figures moved about, their voices low, eyes darting furtively. Mariama adjusted her wig, a sleek black bob that framed her face, making her almost unrecognizable. She caught Ana's eye across the room, noting her cousin's nervous fidgeting with her clutch. "Steady," Mariama murmured into her concealed microphone. "Remember why we're here." Ana gave an almost imperceptible nod, smoothing her dress and adopting a more confident posture. Manga's voice crackled in Mariama's earpiece. "I've hacked into their system. The auction is set to start in ten minutes. Macron just arrived - he's in a private room near the back." "Good work," Mariama whispered. "Thomas, Aunt Eliza - are you in position?" "Ready and waiting," came Thomas's hushed reply. Mariama took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.