Sarah
I grip my purse as I follow Paul through the building. He opens the door to an office I've never seen. "We'll need the website ready to go for online bidders. It should look very elegant, this is going to be a billion dollar night and they don't need to think we are some back door warehouse low rent operators."
I nod slowly. "I've already designed the graphics and then the products will be showcased on the video in the middle. A box beneath it will discreetly show the current bid and a countdown timer. Do you want soft music as ambiance?" I shove the vomit in my throat back as I describe this. It's disgusting and weird but the last time he'd hit me because there was no music for ambiance and he felt it was all cheap.
"Yes, something very mellow that won't interfere." I give a cu
