The city lights blurred past the window as Damien sat silently in the back seat.
James glanced at his phone before looking into the rearview mirror.
“The store just confirmed your order is ready for pickup, Sir.”
Damien nodded.
“Good.”
His gaze remained fixed on the passing streets.
“Head to the appointment first.”
James nodded and said nothing further.
Twenty minutes later, the vehicle turned onto a quiet street tucked away from the city’s main shopping district.
At first glance, the building looked unremarkable.
No flashy displays.
No advertisements.
No crowds.
Most people walking past would never guess what was hidden behind its doors.
The establishment didn’t operate like a traditional jewelry store.
There were no business hours.
No public showroom.
No walk-in customer
