Rubbing his temples, Oscar leaned back in his chair, releasing a tired sigh. Just a moment of rest—that was all he could afford. He hadn't truly rested in weeks, and especially not today.
As the master of the auction house, Cake, and the host of tonight's monumental event, everything had to be flawless. Not perfect—flawless. With guests of this caliber in attendance... even the smallest slip could end him.
'The guests…'
It might have been slightly less of a burden—just a tiny, miserable bit—if a part of the guest list hadn't been leaked yesterday.
But what was done was done.
Now, a sea of paparazzi surrounded the building like vultures. Most of the attendees had already made their entrance, but—miraculously—none of them seemed to mind the flashing cameras. In fact, they had all walked in proudly, through the front doors no less, showing their faces without a hint of concern.
Oscar exhaled again, longer this time, dragging a hand down his face.
