Recap,
A reflection of everything building beneath the surface.
After a moment, he stepped forward and lifted it himself.
"No," he said quietly when one of the men moved to assist. "This one stays."
The man froze. "Sir?"
Benjamin turned slightly, his expression calm but final.
"This one is not for general viewing."
He carried it to a separate stand, away from the others.
"VVIP," he added.
That single word changed everything.
The staff understood immediately—this was not a piece for buyers.
It was a piece for someone specific.
Someone important.
Someone who would understand exactly what Benjamin was saying without a single word being spoken.
He stepped back, studying it one last time, a faint smirk touching his lips.
"Let's see who's worthy of this one," he murmured.
Behind him, the rest of the paintings were sealed, cataloged, and prepared for transport.
But that one—
remained.
Waiting.
Muya's POV
Gilet's voice had been gentle, almost careful.
