The Underground AuctionThe city above glittered with neon, but beneath its surface lay a world most never saw. The underground auction was no place for the faint-hearted—it was where fortunes changed hands in whispers, where art, relics, and even businesses were sold like trinkets.Leon received his invitation in silence. A sleek black envelope had arrived at his apartment, slipped under the door without a name. On the inside, a single card bore an embossed crest: The Black Dragon Auction House.He hadn’t planned to attend. Not yet. But the boardroom debacle had stirred whispers; Brandon was bleeding, and vultures would gather. If Leon wanted to stay ahead, he needed to see which predators were circling.Emily, however, had different plans. She stormed into their bedroom that evening, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.“Do you know what your little stunt at the meeting cost me?” she demanded.Leon looked up from the invitation card, his expression unreadable. “You did