Phoebe's POV
The server swapped out my snacks for creamy candy and white chocolate in one swift motion.
Though he never made eye contact during the exchange, I caught the suspicion radiating from his blank expression.
Both Brittany and I sat there, completely stunned.
Brittany's shock stemmed from recognizing the snack brands. She lifted the white chocolate, asking, "What's happening here? Babe, do they seriously give out these premium treats to everyone at Clearwater's auction house?"
When I spotted the chocolate brand in Brittany's grip, I froze for a beat.
My mind raced. 'That chocolate brand...'
Brittany picked up on my startled reaction and knew something was off.
She dropped her voice to a whisper. "What is it, Phoebe?"
I scanned the auction hall first, searching the crowd.
No sign of Harold anywhere. I gave Brittany a reassuring shake of my head. "Nothing serious. Probably just my imagination running wild."
