The Pendant

Aerial view of DOWNTOWN MANHATTAN, WALL STREET; home to most financial entrepreneurs, bank accountants, government agencies and in glitz and glamour a pair of Christian Luoboutin "Louis Flat Black/Multi Strass" shoes, followed by the glimpse of a gray suit pant and black socks reveals the lips of a male---seemingly in his early 20's----with a toothpick in his mouth. VINTAGE JEWELRY SHOP-NIGHT. A woman, Early 20s, brunette, enters into the jewelry shop looking through all the valuables and accessories on the counter until something glistening enters her eye. A rare EMERALD BUTTERFLY PENDANT---the jewel itself must have been imported from somewhere in the caverns of Africa---its rarity must prove its exorbitant. A rare EMERALD BUTTERFLY PENDANT----carved to match the natural anatomy of the butterfly, lacquered in golden leaves and diamonds. But the emerald jewel itself is what made it stick out----if such an emerald would be seen in a jewelry shop here in Downtown Manhattan---its origins could have been from the emerald caverns of the Congo or South Africa---its rarity, nevertheless, must also prove its exorbitant. Excuse me, sir?-said the woman

She calls out to THE MANAGER, a male, late 50s, a veteran of the Great War, balding, approaches her across the countertop Yes. How can I help you, miss? The manager replied

How much is this pendant? Wouldn't mind if I bought this thing now, would you, good sir? The woman said. The manager, noticing what the woman is pointing towards, looks down and brings out the pendant, shining now more than ever than when it was encased in the glass display.

Oh, this beauty? Hmm. Well, I've got this pendant here shipped yesterday, one of my boys bought this from the captain after it came in from the harbor. Said it was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Looks like it's for royalty. And you don't seem royal to me, miss. The manager excitedly said. The manager laughed at his own joke whilst the woman stood here just smiling along, waiting for a price. “For this pendant...at least $2,000,000.” the manager said.

“2 million dollars?! For a pendant of this size? Are you trying to scam me?” the woman in an enraged tone said. Though the woman was middle class, and she came down to the jewelry shop in her Sunday best, at most she was carrying about $30,000.

THE MANAGER defensively replied, “I'm sorry, ma'am. But the karat of the emerald is about 120 at most; that is high quality right there.” Distraught, she backs off from the counter, biting on her gloved thumb, thinking how she can change the price of this expensive jewel. She wanted it, desperately, but with the price that only a millionaire with the right assets and connections would see her beloved jewel bought by a wealthiest smug of the city. Just then, the BELL to the door RANG, signaling someone coming into the shop.

VINCENT, male, early 30s, a black and white striped fedora with a matching suit; the look of a gangster, looked around carefully throughout the shop and its ambience----a sense it was tense but still work-oriented. Looking around, he often caught glances with the woman, the manager and the jewels, which his dark brown eyes had peaked with no sense of interest---he wasn't there for the cheap ones. Suddenly, a voice on the far left SHOUTED his name, Vincent looked to the area of the noise and noticed ANTHONY, early 20s, brunette, and an employee waving towards, offering a smile towards Vincent, who returned the gesture. “Hey, Vincent! Long time no see!” Anthony humorously said.

“Ah, Vincent, my boy! Welcome! Welcome!” the manager ecstatically said.

VINCENT (cold/but vibrant in a sense): Evening, Anthony. Evening, Mr. Madej. Just here to collect my purchases, per usual.

THE MANAGER: Ah, yes! I've been expecting this for some time now. They're in the back; finest jewels your eyes could've seen, my boy.

VINCENT: Well, you know me,

THE MANAGER (in a mixture of Polish/English): Anthony, boy, get the jewels for Vincent !

ANTHONY: Hey man, there's something I've got to tell you later, but let me get the jewels right now.

VINCENT calming said, “Take your time.”

“Woman, I don't think it is fair for me to sell you this fine jewelry for such a low price, how do you expect me to make money and also feed my family?” the manager said.

VINCENT notices the commotion going on as he watches the woman exited the store, he turns his head to the counter where the clerk is putting a piece of jewelry back into its case. He walks up to the clerk admiring such fine arts and asks the manager the price of such a fine item. He buys the jewel and says his goodbyes to the manager and Anthony. Furthermore, he walks out of the store only to see the woman standing there with a sad face, he walks up to her, introduces himself, and yet she doesn’t seem to care, he lightens her  mood with a joke, and it seems to have worked as she puts on a smile. And to erase a bad evening, she invites him to her place. He finds her name is Caroline, and he compliments her for such an amazing name for an amazing girl. “Thanks.” Caroline flushed and not due to her makeup on, though not visible under the night. Vincent smiled warmingly, as he had never done so often, and tipped his hat in respect. Looking out into the night and knowing the streets of Manhattan well, he looked down at Caroline and in his head, questioned how she was able to make her journey to the shop without a few catcalls by hobos and strangers. “Did you walk here by yourself?” Vincent questioned. Her smile dissipating a bit, she looked down the sidewalk from which she came, and it was glaringly obvious that she came here——at night——by herself. “Well…yeah.” Caroline replied, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” Vincent said in a protective tone. “A girl such as yourself should never be walking on the streets of New York with some support.” Caroline, who knows she could handle herself in even the toughest situations for a woman, was rather taken aback by Vincent’s statement and saw herself agreeing with him about it. “I guess you’re right about that.” “How about I drive you, huh?” Vincent asked, pointing in the opposite direction. “My car’s over there. I can drive you back to your place.” Looking to the direction Vincent was pointing at, she was astonished to see behind him a limited edition sports-car, what appeared to be a red 2000 Ferrari F50, a car brand her father long wanted to own in his life, and now she was seeing it in person owned by a man who she just met tonight. “Nice car.” She commended. “Thanks. But I do have more than this.” Vincent bragged a bit, but she didn’t seem to mind. “Y’know. It’s pretty late for a man such as yourself also.” Caroline spoke suggestively, rubbing his arm up and down, with Vincent taking notice. “Would you mind if you stayed over at…my place?” After a few minutes of some very sensuous driving, Caroline was fumbling with her keys as she was now in a messy, hot make out session with Vincent, who was trying desperately to take off Caroline’s blouse for some early action. She tried to stop him, but her words were muffled from the hot tongue action in their mouths, with Vincent taking the win in their tongue fight with their mouths covered in saliva. Vincent’s hands finally took off the last button of the blouse and now Caroline’s black bra holding up her voluptuous breasts were now in the open with Vincent quickly fondling one in his hands, causing Caroline to moan into the make out. Eventually, Caroline’s door finally opened into her apartment. Vincent picked up while she wrapped her legs around him, grabbing her keys in the process. Vincent kicked the door violently to close and though it would have attracted many of her neighbors, they didn’t seem to care about the consequences. Breaking out of the kiss, Caroline pointed to her right direction, indicating a room where they could continue their session. “M-my bedroom’s over there” Caroline said, panting like she just ran a marathon. Vincent chuckled and walked her to her bedroom while making her bra a little wet, making her moan a bit. Opening the slightly cracked door with his free hand, Vincent threw her onto the bed, causing Caroline to gasp a bit, but they both knew what they wanted to do at this point. “Are you ready?” Caroline asked heatedly, while taking off her blouse and jacket at the same time, with her bra now fully out in the open. Breathing heavily, Vincent slowly yet in haste, took off his jacket and began to unbutton his shirt to reveal his toned body. “Clothes off.” He said with primal intent. Caroline, with a devious smile on her face, unhooked her bra and looked at Vincent with suggestion. “Come here.” as they both lie onto the bed with intensive desire as the night fades away…

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