Chapter 12 - THE AUCTION THAT EXPOSED EVERYTHING
Victor Sloane planned one final sale.
He believed he still had time.
The collection was scheduled to appear at a prestigious private antiquities exhibition in Manhattan.
Several objects would be offered through intermediaries to wealthy collectors.
Dominic’s attorneys advised canceling the entire event.
But independent investigators had already obtained relevant records and secured the questionable pieces.
The exhibition was converted into a public symposium on provenance and cultural-property ethics, with the disputed objects withdrawn from sale.
Victor was furious.
Dominic did not care.
Skylar was invited to present the research she had completed with Leila Haddad.
For the first time in three years, she stood before an audience as a scholar rather than a waitress.
Her hands shook when she approached the podium.
Then she looked toward the front row.
Her father was there.
Elias Hastings sat in his wheelchair beside Henrik Vogel.
He smiled at her.
Just once.
That was enough.
Skylar began with the tablet Dominic had shown her at Lauronie.
She explained its administrative vocabulary.
Its scribal correction.
Its distinctive damage.
Then she displayed the older institutional photograph.
The images appeared side by side on the screen.
The resemblance was unmistakable.
She carefully explained the limitations of each piece of evidence and why the combined documentation undermined Aurelian’s claimed ownership history.
The audience listened in complete silence.
Then Skylar displayed the false translation used in the acquisition catalogue.
It described the tablet as a royal proclamation.
She enlarged the opening lines.
“The text does not support that interpretation,” she said.
“It concerns an administrative allocation of grain to workers.”
A few people exchanged surprised looks.
Skylar continued.
“The significance of this object does not come from an imaginary royal command. It comes from the ordinary lives recorded by an ancient scribe.”
She looked toward Dominic.
“The people named in this document were probably not kings, generals, or wealthy patrons. Yet their labor was important enough for someone to record it.”
Henrik smiled faintly.
Dominic lowered his eyes.
Skylar explained how misrepresenting ordinary administrative texts as royal artifacts could inflate their prestige and commercial value.
Then she displayed the most important comparison.
Her original doctoral transcription.
Dated years before the Aurelian catalogue.
It contained the same distinctive reading later reproduced—with one of her preliminary errors—in Victor’s commercial documentation.
The audience began whispering.
Skylar continued.
“That error was corrected in my later research. Its appearance in Aurelian’s published material suggests that my earlier work was used without attribution.”
Henrik stood.
He had heard enough.
Dominic rose beside him.
Then Victor Sloane appeared at the rear entrance.
He had not expected the symposium to proceed without his control.
His face was pale.
He walked directly toward Dominic.
“You have destroyed everything.”
Dominic looked at him.
“No. I opened the records.”
Victor glanced toward Skylar.
“This is because of her.”
“No.”
Dominic’s voice remained calm.
“This is because the documents do not support what you sold.”
Victor stepped closer.
“You think you can separate yourself from this?”
“I’m not trying to.”
That stopped him.
Dominic continued.
“I approved acquisitions I did not examine carefully enough. I accepted your assurances because questioning you was inconvenient.”
He looked toward the audience.
“I bear responsibility for that.”
Victor’s expression changed.
Then he said something Dominic would remember for years.
“Your father understood how the world worked.”
Dominic looked back at him.
“My father is dead.”
A pause.
“And you’re going to have to explain what you did without using his name.”
Victor turned to leave.
But two investigators were already waiting in the corridor.
They had additional questions about financial records, forged documents, and the circumstances surrounding Elias Hastings’s accident.
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Victor stopped walking.
For the first time, the man who had spent years manufacturing respectable paperwork had nowhere to hide behind it.
