I Transmigrated Into the Game as the Luckiest Extra

"Good. Between these two key items, this auction is going to be unforgettable," he said slowly, his words settling over the gathered staff like a quiet, yet powerful promise. The tone carried an undeniable weight, reverberating through the room as though the very walls anticipated the spectacle to come. This wasn't just about making money; it was about solidifying the Danon Auction House's reputation as the undisputed king.

"There's also that special item coming out during the latter half of the auction," one of the junior assistants added, lowering his voice as if the information itself was a fragile secret, too delicate to be spoken at a normal volume.

"Yes," another replied, nodding quickly, his face flush with anticipation. "I received an urgent, encrypted call from Team Leader Jin himself. It's been designated the highlight of today's auction. The briefing states it's a 'necessary item' for any top-tier Creator something that will spark real, unrestrained competition among the guilds."

A low murmur of excitement ran through the room. For hours, they had been preparing for this event, meticulously cataloging artifacts, verifying provenances, and coordinating logistics. While several items were noteworthy, none had reached the hallowed caliber of true treasure-grade artifacts. The collective energy had been simmering just beneath the surface of their professional decorum, waiting for a spark, and now this announcement lit the fire.

"Well, there wasn't any other item today that could be classified above treasure grade," another voice chimed in, a senior appraiser with tired eyes. "So it's good we finally have something worthwhile. Otherwise, the VVIP bidders might've left disappointed, and that's a blow to our prestige we cannot afford."

"I heard it was acquired just this morning, an urgent purchase," said a man wearing a neat, tailored gray suit. He flipped through his digital clipboard of notes, his tone a mix of professional curiosity and underlying caution. "The item in question this Cube Kit apparently has more technical value than its grade would suggest. The schematics are revolutionary. Still, it will make the auction worth watching. We should prepare for a bidding war. Properly."

Mr. Jin's gaze swept across the faces at the table, his expression unreadable. "It's fine. You have everything ready, don't you?"

"Yes," the man in the suit replied firmly, his confidence unwavering. "We've prepared all the security units and assigned specific roles to every team. Everyone from the floor staff to the VVIP liaisons knows their task."

Another staff member, a financial analyst, frowned slightly, tapping his pen nervously against a thick notebook. "This entire operation will cost the company a fortune. To secure such an item at the last minute, avoid unnecessary pre-auction competition, and still host this event on such short notice… It's no exaggeration to say the upfront cost is comparable to launching an entirely new subsidiary."

A woman with calm, steady eyes, the head of VVIP relations, finally spoke, her voice carrying an authority that silenced the room. "It can't be helped. Expensive or not, if the item lives up to its reputation and attracts the right bidders, it will all be worth it. The return on investment won't just be financial; it will be in influence."

At that moment, the briefing room door opened smoothly. A young man in a sharp Danon uniform stepped forward, bowing politely to the woman who had just spoken. "Hello. It's an honor to meet you, ma'am."

The woman glanced up, her expression reserved but not unkind. "Nice to meet you as well." She handed him a slim datapad containing a set of documents, her movements precise and professional.

"I'll make sure to do a very good job," the young man said earnestly, his hands gripping the datapad as if it were a sacred text.

"Very well," she replied, nodding once in dismissal. "Carry on."

The young man left as quickly and quietly as he had arrived. A curious murmur passed between two men standing near the back of the room.

"Who was that woman?" the junior staffer asked quietly, his eyes wide with awe. "She commands more respect than the department heads."

The other gave him a sharp, incredulous look. "You don't know? That's Lindy Crowe the executive director of the Crowe Group." He paused, leaning in and lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "She's also the daughter of the world's number one corporation, the Crowe Company."

The junior's eyes widened even further, his jaw slack with shock. "T-that's her?! The Iron Princess of Crowe?"

"The very same. You'd better keep your eyes and ears open today," the senior warned, his tone deadly serious. "We don't want to miss any of the big shots during today's auction. And remember people like her don't show up personally unless the stakes are astronomically high."

"Yes, sir," the junior said quickly, his voice full of a newfound, nervous determination.

Narrator's Aside:

Hello this is Hay, dropping in for a quick explanation. Lindy Crowe, the new character you just met, is the executive director of the powerful Crowe Group and, more importantly, the second child of the Belester conglomerate, the world's undisputed number one corporation. Remember that name, because from this point on, she's not someone you can afford to ignore. Her presence changes everything.

Alright, that's all for now. Until next time bye!

"You have to make sure to secure this, no matter the cost," Lindy Crowe herself said a moment later, her voice crisp and cool as she addressed her own team in a private VVIP lounge. It left no room for negotiation.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

The sharp, repetitive chime of a digital notification echoed through the hall outside their room. A man in a bodyguard's suit glanced at his tablet. "The VVIP conference meeting room we booked still isn't occupied by the seller," he reported. "Should I check on their status again?"

"No," Lindy said firmly, her gaze fixed on the documents before her. "We came here to inspect the items in a rush. It's not as if we can simply barge into an empty conference room and demand service. The meeting with the seller is the priority. We will wait."