A luxurious and high end club, where only the notable people from the country gather during events of stock buying.
The owner of the Night house, was supposedly shrouded in mystery.
From how they had ever had a single entity holding the club’s operational system.
This secrecy kept the Night house auction safe and very secured, since no one would risk falling out with the establishment over false trades and auction of shares from different companies.
The shares which appear here were of utmost confidentiality; only being known at the presence of its auctioning.
The top men of the country always pay notice to the club’s auction from how profitable each shares obtained was.
The hall of auction was very extravagant with a serene atmosphere.
The hall span wide with lots of room more than a hundred.
Each room was as spacious as an expensive hotel room!
Well arranged lounge with nice and hospitable service to all its attendants.
The Night house does have other areas which were for relaxation; like a hotel room for those with other needs.
A drink stand with exquisite wine and champagne and quality service pleasing to anyone attending the auction.
Since the auction doesn’t happen very commonly, the invitations were only sent to those who held much influence over the business world all over the country.
And the fees into entry was none less than a million dollars!
With the passing of time, the auction had already commenced.
At a room with dim lights, a bright screen at the center of the room; displaying the shares being bidded for.
A personal was always sent out into all rooms serving as an aid to all interested people bidding for a share.
They help in effective communication between the head auctioneer and the bidder, as well as delivering the shares towards their allocated room.
Right now Bel sat beside Brandon who was sternly keeping his eyes on the screen before him.
The screen showed a share from one of the top globally known industries with a single shareholder relinquishing their shares.
From how each concept was phrased related to its manifesto.
Clearly stating how the individual felt the need of liquefying their shares into real capital.
Though the industry was from the entertainment cycle, which made him hesitant in partaking in this bid.
” How many more shares are in line with this industry?
” He inquired, finding no reason for sitting through this ordeal.
” Ummm…I’m not allowed to…
I’m sorry it’s three sir!
” She corrected, feeling a strange and sudden chill from the man.
His eyes were icy with a menacing look on his handsome face, a coldness exudes from keeping the female attendant frost.
Forgetting about her presence, Bel reached for his arm.
Placing her hand on his arm; the next moment his coldness disappeared.
He seems to have registered her presence with him, causing him to stare at her with tenderness and care.
He placed a hand on her before staring ahead towards the screen.
He placed a call across to his subordinate, passing a few orders before putting it away.
Brandon clearly had no more intention of sitting through the rest of the auctions.
Giving a firm nod towards the young woman attending to his lounge.
She gave a slight nod before leaving the lounge.
Now the atmosphere inside the lounge was more suitable.
Bel kept her hand on his, still keeping silent with her eyes taking in the scenery before her.
” Come, let’s leave.
” He ordered.
Gripping firm at her hand while standing.
Having nothing up – in mind, Bel followed after him out of the lounge.
Looking at both of them, one could say they looked strickingly matching.
The choice of clothes, further adding to her how good they look.
Brandon wore a vintage blue navy suit.
His hair was perfectly combed to the back in a slick back and perfect kept in that manner like an entire tub of jel was used; and very dark.
Besides him was Bel, who also wore a navy blue bodycon dress.
Her wavy blonde cascading down her shoulder, complimenting her stunning figure.
She walked two steps behind him, holding his hand; following after him.
Without looking around the vast hallway they were walking, Brandon kept his gaze firm towards the end of the hall.
Approaching the elevator, he pulled his other hand from his pocket and pressed at the button of his desired floor.
Though he did pay attention to the girl beside him, maybe staring at her face once in a while.
Soon they arrived, it was the top floor of the Night house.
The top roof of the building which was vast and quiet.
Only both of them was currently here.
He pulled from her and walked towards the rail at the edge of the building.
Seeing him like that, Bel felt lost.
What do men really want?
Wasn’t it enough to have a woman pretty and attractive!
Why would they keep their attention towards other things then.
” Come!
” His acerbic tone broke through her thoughts, like a command and she walked towards him.
” Look Bel!
I’m not certain how long our relationship can last. New chapters come out on g.com first.
” He confessed, falling back to his previous warning.
He kept his gaze ahead, towards the night view before him.
” Ummm…
Brandon.
I’m not leaving!
” Bel tone was steely firm, having her mind made up.
” Well you don’t have too!
” He sighed.
” I’ve noticed you liked the night view at an elevated top.
” She said sounding more open and interested in talking about him.
” What do you see, when you look around!?
” He questioned, without taking his eyes off the view.
” From a normal perspective…I could say.
The open night and lots of buildings with lights!
” Bel said frankly from what everyone with eyes could see.
” How ordinary!
” He challenged, his tone holding a scoff.
” Perhaps…
I’ve only seen ordinary things!
” She chided in a languid manner, placing her hands on the railing and looking into his eyes.
” So does your father let you work?
” He asked, clearly wanting to know her without investigating.
” High school!
” Bel answered frankly.
” Well…
I’m graduating soon.
But I don’t think my father would let me work.
” She sighed taking her hands off the railing with her eyes down casted.
Brandon kept his eyes on her, from her flushed and redden face.
Her not too little mountain, trailing down to her slender waist and curvy hips; one good quality of a bodycon dress.
” What have you seen!?
” He threatened.
His voice holding an undertone to it.
Like his mood had switched from prying into teasing.