Travis drummed his fingers on the mahogany desk, the soft glow of his laptop illuminating the intensity in his blue eyes. The email from Camila was concise- a collection of documents and figures, critical intelligence that could swing the upcoming auction in his favour.

　　"Travis, any thoughts?" His assistant peered over the screen with a tentative look.

　　"Camila's information is solid," Travis said, not masking the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. "She's ...