Meeting the Owner
Just as Matthew stepped back, a voice called out to him from the lot’s small office. Turning, he saw a man in a grease-stained jacket waving a hand in greeting. “You must be here for the auction,” the man said, walking over with a clipboard. Matthew nodded, introducing himself. The lot owner gestured toward the sedan. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she? You’ve got a good eye.” Matthew smiled, feeling more confident.
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