Goldfinger James Bond Novels & Stories

blue is really his colour. “I've shared the file with you. Look through it and find your partner.” I watch as he turns to the white board, raises his hand and starts writing something down. The fabric at his wrist slips away, revealing the small gold watch he wears there and more expanse of delicious skin. I really have to get myself together. I open my phone, d******d the file and skim through. Jackson, there it is. Paired with a McShaw. Who's McShaw?

The emerald cufflinks gleamed softly in the dim light, drawing whispers from the crowd. "They're absolutely gorgeous! Even if we can't buy them, just seeing them today is worth it!" "Yeah, I wonder who'll win them. They're incredibly rare!" Sitting in the corner, Jack kissed the woman's cheek and said, "It's just $30 million. Babe, I know you can afford it." I recognized the woman. If I was not mistaken, she was Vanessa Gordon, the Gordon family's illegitimate daughter. Although she was officially acknowledged as a member of the Gordon family a few years ago, she actually had little authority.

“Then it must be on her.” Her eyes dropped to my jacket. I was wearing a sharply tailored Chanel blazer. Ignoring the security guards at my sides, I met her gaze, and Lily’s, and let a faint smile curl at my lips. “You really want to see?” Without breaking eye contact, I slipped my hand into my pocket. The room seemed to fall completely silent. When I withdrew my hand, a sapphire brooch rested in my palm. Deep blue. Luminous. Cold as ice. “Ah,” Lily gasped before she could stop herself.

Coming from a poor background, everyone in Carl Humphry's circle assumes I'm a gold digger. Especially his best friend, Miriam Briggs. She claims she used to be one herself, so she knows my kind all too well. Desperate to prove them wrong, I spend three years with Carl without accepting a single expensive gift. Miriam just scoffs. "She says no, but deep down, she's just waiting for the man to make the first move and offer her something better. It's the classic play-hard-to-get routine." Then comes Carl's birthday. I've saved up for six months to buy him a watch. As I approach the private room, I hear Miriam laughing inside. "I told you she'd buy something pricey. Classic gold-digger mo