"I shouldn't be telling you this, Boss Chalk, but I'm still going to," he said softly.
"Speak."
"The ceramic pieces you sold us... we auctioned them off a total of 63 times and failed almost 61 times."
"What do you mean?" I asked, baffled.
"Simply speaking, we couldn't sell them."
"What? What does that mean?"
"Because Boss rarely manages to sell your art, he doesn't earn from it. I think that he got someone to take on your identity so that he could raise the works' value," he explained.
"Why does he still keep buying my stuff then?"
He could only shake his head.
"Don't you find that strange?" I asked.
"I only found out about this last night and that's why I'm telling you now."
I waved my arm dismissively, my mind preoccupied. "Got it, you can leave now."
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