Charles Leclerc Watch Novels & Stories

"Right this way, Miss Salvatore." I found myself drawn to a particular watch. It was a classic, timeless piece. A Patek Philippe Grand Complication, with a platinum case and a black dial. It was understated, yet elegant. Just like Damian. "This one," I said, pointing at the watch. The clerk's eyes widened slightly. "An excellent choice, Miss Salvatore. This is a very exclusive piece. We only have one in stock." "I'll take it," I said, and she nodded.

The door to Charles’s suite didn’t make a sound when Chris opened it. He stepped into the room, closing it softly behind him, and immediately began pacing across the floor. Charles didn’t look up from his laptop as he spoke. “You know how much I hate it when you do that.” “I know,” Chris said. “It’s the only way I can get your attention when you’re completely buried in work.” Charles finally glanced at his Cartier wristwatch, the one he wore every single day and had worn for the past two years.

Then she whispered almost to herself, “It’s really real…” “Real? What are you talking about?” Finally, she looked up at me, her face full of disbelief. “Amber, do you have any idea what this is?” “A wristwatch?” “This,” Stacey said, still staring at the watch, “is a Le Montier X-9 Limited Edition design.” I blinked. “A what?” “Le Montier!” she exclaimed. “He’s one of the most renowned Swiss designers in the world. He only produces a handful of pieces each year—like fifty, maximum. And they all sell out before they even hit the shelves. This watch alone could cost more than your car!”