As we entered through the glass doors, I was still wondering what the doorman meant by "Selling out?" We stepped into the mansion, surrounded by masked wealthy and rich men and women, all wandering around, marvelling at the art pieces displayed in the museum section. We strolled through the museum as a group, with a dozen people around us, showing love and giving us a slight salute for the hard work we had created and produced.

The man of the hour appeared on the first-floor indoor balcony and graciously thanked everyone for attending his party. He resembled the main character from the movie Richie Rich, but his presentation had a somewhat sinister undertone.

He instructed the crowd to step onto the dance floor with their mysterious mask on and groove until the break of dawn. My friends and I eagerly joined the dance floor and brought the house down with our moves.

Suddenly, I felt a cold tap on my shoulder, and when I turned around, I saw a woman dressed entirely in red, the only one amidst a sea of black attire. She leaned in and whispered softly in my ear, "Are you ready bishop? The host would like to see you and your friends in his office."

Perplexed, I asked, "Ready for what, madam?" She replied with a knowing smile, "I think you know what I am talking about," as she held my hands, leaving me scratching my head in bewilderment.

To be Continued...

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