Inside Tiffany's private suite for the VVIPs, a tall and sturdy man in black tuxedo was scrutinizing the three most expensive necklaces of the showroom on the counter.
The in-house decor was white themed, which added tons of classiness to the interior design scheme, particularly one that leaned towards the richest of richest customers. Many luxury and high-end chandeliers: modern led, crystal spiral, crystal rectangular, foyer, round hanging, and led glass ones accompanied with many mounted, and fashionable ceiling lights captured the spirit of the jewelry room. On each little glass shelf, they toned down the lighting in a tricky way to create reflection. There were the items that they didn't get down on the main floor for regular customers.
It was Tiffany's super secret salon, a private area they developed for their fanciest clients, where people without at least 'seven figures' didn't have access to.
"Dark colors such as black and deep shade of red, blue and green's jewel tone create a fierce, vigorous, and mighty aura for today's strong women. It's a very befitting piece for any Alpha Woman." The manager shared his knowledge on Jewels as per order. He was famed for his great wisdom on jewels, the most of which he had obtained accompanying gemstones for more than 30 long years.
Warmly pressing his hands together, he looked through his spectacles into the eyes of the man. As the piece didn't seem to arouse any interest on the man's deep set eyes, the manager proceeded with the second one, "This one is the brand new collection we just launched yesterday, called paper flowers. It's a combination of using platinum, diamonds, and tanzanites. As tanzanitws are all grated colours, it gives off a lovely three dimensionality to the necklace."
"Next," Wang Eric, dressed in a suit-pant, who appeared to be an assistant, said.
Beads of sweat formed on the tip of the manager's nose, betraying his calm exterior. He, very respectfully, pushed the third necklace a little before the man's eyes.
"This one will add gentleness and sophistication to the look and heighten the aura of kindness. A lot of people think that diamonds are all about lack of colour or colourless. But, this is at the other end of the spectrum. The red diamond in the centre is the rarest of rare. Thanks mainly to this precious pendant gemstone, this piece runs for $250 million."
The man picked it up, for a closer inspection.
This necklace had an impeccable 407.48-carat red diamond, supplemented by a string of D colour white diamonds, and Burmese red rubies. This striking object featured 26 oval pigeon blood Burmese rubies weighing 1.85 to 9.38 carats. Each ruby was enhanced by a cluster of pear-shaped and white marquise diamonds. This full diamond stunner could provide intense flames and sparks, which were unmatched by other necklaces.
This masterpiece was so beautiful that it could literally make anyone gasp with astonishment. However, no emotion could be traced in the man's stoic face. He swiped his black card across the machine without batting an eye.
"Pack it." His aura of power, command and confidence, fell heavy on normal people with crushing force.
The manager was marvelled at the man's adroitness, then felt damfool for being surprised in the first place, as the man was none other than 'The Great Mu Yuhaan', the richest businessman of Asia!
Today, the manager spoke with the utmost propriety, but it was without any iota of cajolery, deception, and manipulation, which was the second time to none.
He was, obviously, apprised of Mu Yuhaan's sagacity, as a manager of Tiffany's VVIP. Above that he had been picking up the savvy vibes on Mu Yuhaan since the moment he blessed them with his presence.
Mu Yuhaan was clearly not any gullible person who could be pushed around with weasel words, and wheedling. Despite not being in the jewelry industry, his canny eyes plumped for the very very top grade, internally flawless, absolutely no inclusions, and incredibly pure diamond necklace ever.
Even though, Mu Yuhaan was doing nothing but buying jewelry, the room was surrounded by an aura of unmitigated gloom. The atmosphere was pin drop silent and cold; as if Mu Yuhaan was releasing a freezing aura, that alerted people to stay away.
Two sales girls, standing in the corner, were drooling at Mu Yuhaan's sight. Their eyes shone with adulation, and delight. As the youngest, yet richest man in Asia, he was the most eligible bachelor in the world.
Nonetheless, Mu Yuhaan had always been exceedingly low-profile. Emerging in public places was as scarce as hen's teeth for him.
"How can someone be this handsome? This is ethereal!"
"Have you heard his voice? It was so mellow, yet firm!"
The short and foolish one was staring at Mu Yuhaan like a fangirl, "I am willing to die, if I get to touch the fingertip of his pinky." She whispered to her co-worker who in response, elbowed her to quieten down.
Having fantastic hearing, Mr. Mu Yuhaan heard everything. Nonetheless, as expected of him, without looking at the direction of the sound source, he took the jewelry box and left with an indifferent face, having his secretary and assistant trailing behind him.
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"Mian, let me buy that cute dress!" Nina protested naggingly, her wrist was seized in Mian's clasp. She gave her wrist a futile tweak, unable to dislodge it from her sister's clutch, who was dragging her away from the shop.
"How can you not be done yet after the shopping sprees of two and half hours? Both of our hands are literally full of shopping bags! You didn't come out of any shop empty handed, yet you want to buy more! We bought everything we liked! Well, to be more accurate, what you liked." Mian looked at Nina accusingly and gave a small huff, as the latter didn't let her buy anything, saying she didn't have any sense of fashion.
"A supermodel's shopping list never ends, honey! However, I swear on peanut butter, this one is the last!" Nina continued to stand on her ground until Mian admonished her again. "You already said that three more times! And the fact is, you hate peanut butter, so you won't even care even if it gets vanished from earth because of your false swears! Moreover, there is tomorrow, okay?"
Mian turned around again, finishing her speech, only to cry out in pain.