Jonas Cale (Logan's Uncle)

Oh god, Max thought to herself. Out of all the people why him. She glanced back towards him spying on him with the corner of her eye. Praying she had just imagined him being there. Her stomach sank as she realized it was him. Jonas Cale, Logan's Uncle, no more then 20 feet from her idly playing with his drink.

"Ms. Maxine." Nathan started his sales pitch. "She is a fresh face in my organization. But highly sought after." On his cue a video started to play in the wide screen monitors that had been placed around the room. Max sighed as she saw herself on the screen. Half naked and grinding herself against Nathan. He had recorded her 'interview' and now it ran on a loop, silently playing giving the men a taste of what they could have. But her ebmarrsemnt was the furthert thing from her mind as she desperately tried to shield her identity from Jonas Cale.

"As always the bidding will be confidential. Please use the touch pads provided to start the auction." Nathan smiled as he watched almost every man reach for their touch pads. She was going to pull in a great price.

Max shifted her weight nervously as she watched Nathan stare at his laptop, a large grin growing on his face. Nathan thanked god for letting this girl walk into his office just a few days ago. There seemed to be a five way bidding war between his clients and it was driving Max's price to an exceedingly large number. The read out on his screen slowed before locking in place.

"Thank you gentlemen, the bidding is now over." Nathan said trying to hide is delight that Max had fetched such a high price.

Max's eyes darted to Jonas who was still holding onto his keypad. Oh god Please, not him she prayed.

"Congratulations Mr...."