El Coleccionista Novels & Stories

Cole asked casually, then paused for a while before he added, “What about Elegance Jewelry Company? I know your mother was a professional jeweler, and you got your certification too, right? I think you’d be a good fit.” I froze, staring at him in shock. “Elegance Jewelry Company? The world-class jewelry company…?!” Hearing the disbelief in my voice, Cole glanced at me, his expression still calm. “Is that company so excellent?” I couldn’t believe how nonchalant he sounded. “Of course, it’s excellent! Elegance is the top jewelry design company in the entire industry. Designers dream of working there. Don’t be so modest, Cole.”

I am secretary to my boss Michael, he has high self-esteem, he was also a cold and ruthless billionaire boss, and is loyal to his girlfriend. I once spied on them having a good time, it was intentional at first but I just couldn’t leave. He didn’t mix work with pleasure, they just had a short go that day.

“That’s usually when people get in trouble.” Eli gave a small, humorless smile. “You sound like Damian.” Cole snorted. “Then maybe I’m doing my job right.” He paused, studying Eli’s face. “He told me about the message.” Eli nodded. “Carter Vale. You know him?” “By reputation,” Cole said grimly. “Used to be a handler before he went off-grid. Smart. Cold. Always six steps ahead.” Eli’s pulse quickened. “Then why come back now?”

The coin, the bullet, the masks were tools, tests, filters to find the ones who would survive long enough to be useful. The real collectors hadn’t even arrived yet. And when they did… they wouldn’t come with coins. They’d come with names. That night, a single envelope slid under their door. Inside was a piece of paper with three words written in neat, black ink. Raven, Elias, Matteo. And beneath the names COLLECT.

Max repeated the word slowly. “Yes, a collaboration,” Derek replied sharply, “Actually, I've been following her journey for a while now, and I'm interested in discussing a collaboration for my gallery in New York.” I smile, “Derek curates private showcases for luxury collectors. He thinks my Rebirth collection could headline his fall exhibition.” Max raised an eyebrow, “That's ambitious,” he said slowly, “And sudden.” Derek did not flinch. “Sometimes, remarkable opportunities appear suddenly.” Max glanced at me and asked, “So what do you think?”

“Try me. Or I’ll make sure you regret every fucking breath you’ve ever taken.” The man flinched. “Okay, okay! The boss… he’s just a middleman. He handles the… the acquisitions. The real boss, the one who runs the show, she’s known as ‘The Collector.’ Nobody sees her. Nobody knows her name.” “Acquisitions?” Marcus scoffed, stepping closer. “What the hell are you acquiring?”

Qin Haodong said, "That's great. This is exactly what I want. Only in this way can I make deal with those who have the sculpted animal heads." Tian Ye explained, "Well. Mr. Qin, you don't understand the collection world and the answer isn't as simple as you might think. The great collectors will react in three different ways to the news." "That's interesting, tell me more," Qin Haodong said with interest. . "Some who have the sculpted animal heads, as you expected, will rush over to make deal with you. "Those who don't have the sculpted animal heads but want to get the paintings will try their best to find the sculpted head to make deal with you."

I never want to go to the days where we would be in the middle of the grocery store to her screaming 'hey mom there are those fucking watermelons. "I know. Some anonymous collector loved my oceanic collection. He bought one several months ago but when he came in today, the curator told him that I happen to be in. He's a Russian businessman that says my paintings remind him of his late mothers. He wants me to do more and message him to see if he is interested." "That's incredible Lisa. I'm so proud of you." I hug my sister with such enthusiasm that my panic and heartache from earlier nearly vanish.

He gritted, “ His greed nearly cost me a shipment last time.” “And yet,” Domenico pressed, sliding the card into his coat pocket. “He’s the only man who can trace Rafael’s buyers. This is how we cut off this pest, do it, call him.” “Call who?” Aria’s face pulled into confusion, “I mean, if he’s that good then maybe you should call him. But who is he?” Lucian let out a soft exhale, “Gianni Calogero, II collezionista” (The collector)

“what for is this underground Jeoff? Do you know The exorcist? They also have this and all the mysterious happenings happens here.” “Do you want me to do that to you?” My looks tells her something and Lily just kept quiet. I get near a shelf and pulled a board that I never played into.Juan Carlos’ gift to me when we were kids and he is boasting that it is the first edition of their company. Though , I get the idea there that collectable pieces can make a company so rich. This is so dusty because I don’t use this often. I get near Lily.