The auction hall shimmered with anticipation as the host raised his hand for silence. The spotlights dimmed and focused on a covered stand being rolled onto the stage. The cloth was pulled away, revealing a framed painting.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the host's voice echoed, smooth and practiced, "the first item of tonight's auction—The Final Horizon, the last work of celebrated painter Armand Levieux. This was painted on his final day, from his hospital bed, twenty-five years ago. A token of gratitude to those who supported him through his life. This painting is considered priceless in sentiment and value."
A murmur spread across the crowd. Collectors leaned forward eagerly, whispers flying.
"The bidding will begin at two hundred thousand dollars."
Immediately, paddles rose.
"Two hundred thousand." one said
"Two hundred fifty." another
And then
"Three hundred."
"Three hundred fifty."
