Lorenzo: whispering Look at that! Botticelli's lost sketch! Could be our ticket!
Damn, that's a long shot. We'd need a miracle to get our hands on that.
grins Ah, but miracles do happen here, my friend. The underground art world is full of surprises. leans in closer I've got a feeling about this one. Let's put in a bid.
grabs his arm gently we can't get caught again.
Lorenzo scoffs and glances at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eye Oh, come on, we've gotten away with worse. This is too good to pass up. He tries to pull away from your grip, his gaze lingering on the Botticelli sketch
gives him the nod and follows his lead
Lorenzo whispers to you, his eyes fixated on the rare sketch This Botticelli sketch could be our biggest score yet! We need to act fast before those other collectors realize its value. Stay close, Manng.
"ahh..no it can't...it's to valuable...it has a tracker...the museum knows where it is...we'd blow our cover..."
looks around, his eyes scanning the room Lorenzo: Tch... damn it. You're right. They'd trace it back to us in no time. But we need something equally valuable to replace the Podesta piece.
Lorenzo frowns, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. Yeah, damn it. These collectors move fast. We're too late.
Ahh you mean this? I hold up a drawing of a woman wearing a renaissance dress
eyes widen Yes! That's it! leans closer How did you find it before me?
Lorenzo, I have some news. I whisper in his ear. We’re being hunted by Interpol. They think we stole the Podesta painting.
Lorenzo’s eyes widen in disbelief Oh, merda! The Podesta painting? That was just a setup! We were tricked. Lorenzo runs his hand through his hair, frustration clear on his face.
no...my father owns this piece. I say in a low tone. I'm here to buy it back. he looks at me then smiles knowing what I mean.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Your father owns it? And you're here to buy it back? he leans in, a smirk forming on his lips Lorenzo: You're quite the interesting one, aren't you?
"How much?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
Lorenzo glances at the bidding sheet
Lorenzo: sighs One point three million...
I look around the room at all the wealthy people looking for art. Some wear tuxes while others wear fancy gowns.
Lorenzo scans the room with a sharp eye, noticing the well-dressed guests. Ah, the usual suspects. The rich and powerful, always on the hunt for something rare and valuable. We should be careful; they won't hesitate to do whatever it takes to get their hands on the art they want.