:: Rex Buckland swans into the office, his floppy Hugh Grant like hair swishing around his forehead. Spotting Luke, he suddenly stops and does a double take. ::

"I'm sorry, who let you in?"

"The receptionist told me to come up here to meet with you. I take it that you are the owner of this auction house? My name is Lucas Morgenstern and I'm interested in your lamp collection."

::He offers his hand for a hand shake.::

"Do you have a tasteful, crystal antique, Mr. Buckland?"

:: Rex reaches forward and grips Luke's out stretched hand in a tight hand shake. After a couple of seconds he lets go and sits down at the desk. He smooths his tie down before he speaks, sitting foward and resting his hands in a clasped position on the desk. ::

"We have a few tasteful, crystal lamps Mr Morgenstern, but they cost money. Do you have the kind of money I'm referring to?"

"I'm pretty sure that I do."

::He looks to Rex, grinning in an almost cocky manner.::

"What's the lamp going for?"

:: Rex smirks at Luke and sits back in his chair, corssing his legs he stares at the client in front of him. ::

"$25,000."

::Luke pulls out his checkbook and takes a pen from Rex's desk.::

"Do I make it out to 'Buckland Auction House'?"

:: Rex's eyes trace Luke's movements,a nd he looks back at him with a fake smile plastered on his face. ::

"Of course. As soon as you've done that, we'll get you your lamp."

::Blah blah $25,000. Blah blah Twenty-five thousand and 00/100 dollars. Blah blah Signed Lucas M. Morgenstern. Hands check to Rex.::

"There. Now the lamp?"

:: Rex carefully examines the check and then smiles at Luke. ::

"Everything looks in order there. If you'll follow me I'll take you to your new lamp."

:: He rises to his feet and makes his way to the door of his office, and opens the door, he waits by it for Luke to catch up before taking him to the place where they keep all the nice, expensive antiques. ::

"All right."

::Luke follows Rex into the place where they keep all the nice, expensive antiques.::

:: Rex shows Luke into the room and then walks over to the lamp in question. ::

"Here you are."

"Lovely."

::Luke picks up the lamp and walks towards the door, waving to Rex.::

"Thank you, Mr. Buckland. Hopefully, there'll be more transactions in the future."

::He leaves the room and goes down the elevator, exiting the building as he heads to the front door of Halliwell Manor.::

"Hopefully."

:: Rex then goes off to to what ownder of auction houses do. ::

::Hannah is called to receive a special delivery, which comes in a thick wooden crate. Squealing with delight, she rushes into Rex's office with a big grin.::

"It came! It came!"

::She pushes his things out of the way to make room for the box. And finds a convenient crow bar with which she opens it. Inside, there is a lot of straw padding, and a strange air. She reaches in and picks out Majora's Mask with a small gasp of wonder.::

"Majora's Mask... I can't believe we have it..."

::Rex smiles and lays a hand on Hannah's shoulder, stroking it down her back, looking at the mask.::

"One of the most powerful masks to ever exist in the world... have you any idea what we can do with this?"

::He takes the mask from her and holds it up, then walks over to a wall and moves a painting, revealing the cliched safe behind it. After punching in a combination of numbers, he slips the mask inside and closes it.::

"But for now..."

::Puts the painting back and walks over to Hannah, giving her a lingering kiss.::

"About that dinner I was meant to buy you..."

::He takes her hand and leads her outside, where they lock up and leave.::

Bucklands is closed.

::Trapped in the safe, the mask begins to vibrate and glow purple with power. Immense, dark power. It even makes a strange sound, like this: weow weow weow weow, a sort of pulsing sound, and the air around it grows heated with pressure and suddenly there's a clunk as the safe door opens, the hinges broken, and it swings open, pushing the painting away from the wall. Majora's Mask floats out of the safe, suspended in the air by its own power, and turns around, silently observing its surroundings. It floats over to the window, which grates open as the mask glides outside...::

::Rex leads Jasmine into the office and notices the painting looks a little odd, so he casually leans a hand against it and pushes it to the wall just properly, not knowing that the mask is gone. He smiles at Jasmine and gestures the seat.::

"Please, sit down."

::He goes and takes the seat behind the desk, putting his folders down to the side.::

::Jasmine keeps getting odd pulses about Rex and gathers more information about him than she'd like.::

(That's not good...)

::Swallowing, she sits and and pulls her briefcase up into her lap, ignoring the worry and launching into business mode.::

"Well, Mr. Buckland, no doubt you'll have heard that Wolfson is the pioneer in branched auction houses over in Australia."

"Yes, I know quite a bit about your little company, Ms. Mulvey. And please, call me Rex."

"The thing is, Rex, it's not a little company. It's a big company. A rich company. One that expanded over the entire country in a matter of years."

"Yes, well, I doubt conquering a small island is comparable to doing the same in America, Ms. Mulvey."

"Really?"

::Jasmine smiles and opens her briefcase, taking out a sheet of paper.::

"So it would surprise you to know that several auctions have already expressed interest in selling to Wolfson in Denver, Hartford, Atlanta, Chicago, Lansing and New York City?"

"..."

::Rex sits back in his chair and stares at Jasmine, taking a moment to fix his tie.::

"... pardon?"

"Clearly this 'quite a bit' you know about my company is a tad out of date, Rex."

::Rex quickly regains his composure and stiffens.::

"Be that as it may, as I told your... "PA" over the phone: Bucklands is not for sale. And it never will be. Why you were so insistent on having this meeting in order for me only to reiterate that, I do not know."

::The blonde takes something else form her briefcase. It's several sheets of paper clipped together. She puts them on the desk and slides them over. On the cover is a large picture of a warehouse. It's a building description of the warehouse which is, as indicated, for sale.::

"Have you seen this building, Rex?"

::Rex grits his teeth behind his shut lips, his jaw flexing as he looks at the image and then stares at Jasmine. The expression on his face says it all.::

"Just around the corner, isn't it? I wonder what would happen if Wolfson decided to buy that and renovate it into a lovely new auction house."

"Bucklands has a very loyal client base."

::The owner of said auction house thrusts the papers back across the desk.::

"Really?"

::Jasmine tucks the property guide back into her briefcase.::

"Staff?"

"More so."

"Good to hear, good to hear."

::Jasmine smiles.::

"Wonder if that'd be the case at the prospect of better pay, flexible hours and longer vacation."

::Rex stands up now, clearly angry.::

"Ms. Mulvey, if you think these scare tactics are threatening in any way-"

"Why, Rex. Are you getting worried?"

::Jasmine smiles and gets up, ready to take her leave.::

"If you sell, you'll still be the manager."

"I am the owner."

::Jasmine tries not to show her glee at getting him all het up.::

(I *love* this job.)

"Well, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way, Rex. Sell or never sell again. Either way, this is Wolfson territory now."

::She turns to walk away, then pauses.::

"Ah. My card."

::She retrieves a business card and hands it over.::

"Do stay in touch, there's a good boy."

::With a patronising smile, she leaves and goes down to the front desk.::

::With an enraged shout, Rex tries to rip the card in half, but it would be laminated, wouldn't it? He sits down with a thump and hits the desk with his fist, hating that Australian bitch with all his heart.::

(Hit her.)

::He considers ordering a hit, unsure if that'll make the problem go away. It'd sure cheer him up.::

::Mr. Buckland is reclining in his chair when he gets a phone call from reception.::

"I'll be right there."

::He gets up and heads down to reception.::

::Rex walks into his office and takes a seat. He switches on to the internet and starts searching up Wolfson and Jasmine Mulvey in particular.::