1964-02-16 - An Auction To Remember
Summary: Trish Walker attends an auction put on by Silver Sable and her company.
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Recently established in Manhattan - perhaps a touch odd if one considers the importance of New York in the day-to-day lives of other major corporations and companies - Silver Sable International advertised its official opening weeks ahead of time, with a large auction planned. Given the company's reputation and the location, only the very best could be brought in for this particular opening. And so it went, with a packed crowd and several bidding wars erupting over the course of what proved to be a long morning and a long afternoon.

In the aftermath, with everyone showing up to claim their prizes, Silver is there. Already a bit of a media darling - she is royalty, and CEO of the company, and often in the news for one of these two reasons - she couldn't really resist showing up. Cameras flare as she predicted, and though questions come a mile a minute, she gives nice, polite, pat answers, leaving the few media people assigned to report on this society happening to one of her people. She keeps herself more preoccupied with moving though the crowd, making sure there are no problems anywhere, smoothing over what she must. And if people stare and gawk, well, she deals with it by pretending she has not noticed.

*

It was quite the day of bidding, with quite the set of items up for auction. Of the numerous notable names to be included in the guest list of this elite auction, actress and socialite Patricia Walker, or Trish as she is more commonly known these days, has been there since practically the beginning of the day. Dressed in a quite nice blue dress, pearls about her neck, white gloves upon her hands, and a little purse, her heeled shoes make a light clacking sound upon the floor as she walks.

Aproaching the tables where they claim the items they won the bid on, Trish clears her throat. "Ahem. Yes. Lot 32?" She asks of the person at the table as she pulls out her cheque book from her purse. "For Trish Walker…Oh! Um…" She hands over her paddle with it's number on it, for reference.

*

It probably would surprise no one to learn that Silver has someone who checks out the names of those coming in, if only to see who has eigned to come visit the auction house. Trish's arrival was noted and passed on to Silver when she asked if there was anyone she should be aware of - good or bad. Silver ends up being in just the right place, helping her employee heft the old, antique trunk into place. She smiles. It's not a big one, a small smile, but still friendly. Though she has other duties beyond her role with her company, she has a deep passion for the auction business, especially since her company provides a majority of the cash that flows into her homeland. "A good purchase, Miss Walker," she offers. "I was eyeing this one myself when it came in." It might sound like small talk, but Silver has purchased things more than once for herself and the company. "That was quite the bidding war with the Englishman."

*

"Thank you." Trish flashes a smile to both Silver and the employee who brought the trunk over. "It's quite the trunk, isn't it?" She removes a glove and runs her hand over it gently, taking a closer look. "It's a beautiful antique. When I saw it, I just knew I had to have it." She explains. "The Englishman just didn't know who he was going up against." She explains. "Once Trish Walker sets her mind on something, it practically takes a small miracle to make her back down." She winks playfully. "Now…" She puts her glove back on and pulls a rather ostentatious looking pen. "How much more to have this delivered to my apartment?"

Once finances are figured out and the cheque is written and handed over, she flashes Silver another smile. "This really was quite the auction, Crown Princess. It was worthy of what I've read about your company." She holds out a gloved hand to Silver. "On that note, it's quite the pleasure to actually be able to meet you in person."

*

Silver is not one to quibble over titles, or get upset over them. She might prefer that people see the difference in Silver Sablinova running her company and Princess Silver acting in a royal capacity, but if someone decides to be respectful, she isn't going to get upset. She understands what they're trying to do. She extends her own gloved hand - predictably the material is a silver grey - and shakes Trish's hand firmly. "Within the city? We deliver for free. Outside, we'll have to figure something out." She gestures, and one of her employees comes over with a flatbed cart, and she'll help get it on that cart - only when Trish seems to be done examining her purchase. "We'll need to deliver this to Miss Walker's home," she tells the man, asking further, "When would be a good time for the delivery, Miss Walker?"

It's only when that is arranged that she returns that second smile. "I could say the same of you, Miss Walker. Your television program remains very popular with children and teenagers in Symkaria." Even if it has ended by now, European stations still replay the show. "As are your movies."

*

"I live in the city, so that shouldn't be a problem." Trish responds lightly. "Either tomorrow morning or the morning after that would work best. Any time in the morning. Thank you." She's quick to scribble down her address and apartment number for the delivery information. She nods to the man who takes the information and turns back to Silver.

"It gladdens me to know that It's Patsy is still such a warmly regarded program. It was a joy to make, and the fact that it still brings entertainment to others always brightens my day." She nods and smiles. "And, of course, it's a pleasure to know that my movies are well received as well."

She tilts her head. "I must thank you for the invitation to the event today." She tells the other woman. "People have been whispering excitedly about the arrival of your company. To actually be here, at the auction and with the opening of your offices here, it's rather quite exciting!"

*

Silver passes the address on. "Tomorrow morning won't be a problem," Silver assures. The thanks brings a bigger smile to Silver. "I should confess something," she says, as she leans in towards the actress, over the counter. "In Symkaria, we have a saying." She slips into her country's native Slavic dialect. "<There's no Christmas without Patsy." And of course she provides the translation right afterwards. "Because it has become tradition to play your show's Christmas episodes. My employees would be very disappointed with me if I did not invite the woman that has made so many of us happy for so long."

*

Glancing about, Trish blushes. "What can I say?" She murmurs softly. "It…it truly is an honour to be thought of so highly." She says, looking back at Silver with a coy smile. "I had no idea that my show was that big anywhere. I'm just…" She clears her throat and smooths out her dress. "It's my privilege to be such a household name, and to be such a tradition, to your people." She offers Silver a curtsy, or some semblance of one.

*

The Symkarian dialect makes many of the nearby employees look up. They all know that phrase, and seeing Trish so humbled by it and the explanation makes them smile before they continue on helping other successful bidders or move things around to get things out of the way. Silver too, seems moved, and her face softens. It is something of a relief to see that such praise makes Trish react so humbly. "Tell me, Miss Walker. Would it be too forward to invite you to my home, for drnks perhaps, or dinner at some point? It was so good of you to accept the invitation to our little auction, I'd like to thank you."

*

"Too forward?" Trish shakes her head. "I would be honoured to be welcomed into your home." She says in acceptance of the offer. She glances, briefly, at the various nearby employees who look up at the phrase, offering them a little smile. Out of her purse she pulls a card. She's quick to write a separate number on the back of it before offering it over to Silver. "The phone number on the front of the card is how to reach me through the studios. The number I wrote on the back is a much more direct line to me." She explains, though it didn't even cross her mind that her she'd already been contacted about coming to the event, thus that they already had her info. Despite the fact that she's spent so much time around so many noteworthy people, she can't help but be somewhat in shock that royalty, even if they also run a business, would request her presence for drinks and possibly dinner.
"It was good of you to invite me here in the first place." She blushes a bit more again. "But of course, I'd enjoy spending more time in your company."

*

Silver accepts the card, looking over both sides to commit the number to memory. In exchange, she fishes her own business card from displayer on the counter, and scrawls a number on the back, just as Trish did. "The number on the front is for our front desk. Just let them know who you are, and you'll be put through to my office. The one on the back is for my home." There is a part of her that can't quite believe she's talking to the actress whose show her family always watched together. And yet here she is. If she had worse self-control, she'd probably be babbling a little. "Wonderful. I would be just as honoured to have you as my guest. My father does keep insisting I need to entertain and be social more." He does. He insists this a lot, not entirely happy with the path Silver has chosen, but not one to demand she change, either. And though part of her might be offering the invite as a way of showing her father she can socialize, learning more about Trish and talking to her in a private setting would be nice. She hasn't gotten to know someone outside of her chosen professions in soe time.

*

Curtsying once more, Trish nods. "Yes…entertaining and being social is important, I hear." She chuckles softly. "Now, I must be off. I've got some business to take care of but I look forward to our get together!"

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