I glance at the lounging area of the jewelry store where Ender brought me. For the third time after we arrive here. I look up to the Koziol silk wall clock of the store. He’s already on that phone for fifteen minutes. The store manager that insist on assisting Ender and I have shown me numerous design of rings. I like none of them or maybe I’m not just focusing for my eyes kept on drifting back to him.
The old man cleared subtly cleared his throat to win my attention. In an instant, I had my eyes looking back at him. The manager casually pasted a polite curve on his lips. “Were you looking for a particular design? Theme, maybe?” his forefinger head up as an imaginary bulb lights up in the corner of his head. “My bad. I forgot to tell you about Sterlington’s exclusive deal with a ve
