"Five million dollars!"
"FIVE MILLION DOLLARS! Do I hear six? Five million going once, going twice, SOLD... to the mystical beauty of Spain."
The sea of bidders burst into a stream of applause and I can't help but smile from the sidelines. I clapped along with them, watching as my work was brought down from its stand to introduce another from someone just as remarkable.
Growing up, my interests were always put down. "Why biology? It's disgusting, you should do something more feminine like a model. You have the looks."
I was and still am a woman of science. But no one, not even my parents, supported me. Not until him. He raised me, taught me new things that I could never imagine.
All good things had to come to an end. The auction ended at 3am. My veins were still pumping with adrenaline hours later. I hung out at the reception and mingled with the bidders and the sellers. It's good to know some of the people I might be working with in the future. Some of them were aspiring entrepreneurs; some had inherited their parents' money and the family business; some were big investors. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves: laughing, giggling, drinking.
One of the bidders, Valentina Ramirez from Spain, came to personally thank me. She truly was the model of Spanish beauty and elegance. The air around her sort of sparked something new in me, but I'm sure the level of oxytocin in my body rose that night.
As soon as she left, an Asian man caught my attention. I observed the way his chest rose and fell with each step he took; the professionalism and confidence he carried with him; both men and women took a long look at him before continuing their conversations. His figure grew as he came closer and closer to me.
He was now in front of me. His figure towered over me and I couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. I stared at his face for a while and something clicked.
"Doctor Veinar, may I have a moment of your time?" It was one of the bidders of the auction. If my memory serves me right his name was Kiran Chong from Singapore.
"Of course, but please call me Adrienne. And you must be Mr. Chong."
"You would be right, Adrienne. I am. Please, call me Kiran."
"Very well," I panic internally. "Is there anything I might assist you with, Kiran?"
"Actually there is. If you could simply follow me."
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Vein
Short StoryA story doesn't have to be long to be good. Dr. Veinar, a renowned biologist running a laboratory she and her co-founders built with their from pure ambition. She finds a special talent to take under her wing. Followed by the untimely death of her h...
