Virgil led them into a private meeting lounge just outside the VIP room. The air felt heavier than before, as though something had shifted the energy in the entire hall. Alistair, Ethan, Natalie, Jasmine, and Rhea followed him in, sensing his change in mood.
Ethan glanced at Virgil's serious face and asked, "Alright, old man. What's going on?"
Virgil sat down slowly, exhaling. "I didn't expect this."
"Didn't expect what?"
"This painting… Mosalina. I knew it would attract attention. I expected some rich collectors, maybe a few art historians. I even predicted a bit of buzz among the elite. But this…" He looked at Ethan. "This is beyond what I anticipated."
"So what's the problem?" Ethan asked, confused. "More rich people means higher value. That means more money. Isn't that good?"
"It is good. For you," Virgil said. "And for the business, sure. But… one particular person is coming. And that's the problem."
Alistair narrowed his eyes. "Who?"
