Kalung Emas Dalam Kotak 소설 & 이야기

Inside the plain box was a set of gold accessories—earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets, and… a tiara? The box was directly under sunlight, so the golden light filled the space as if we stumbled upon a gold mine. I looked at Colin wryly while he grimaced in resignation. Who would have thought that the gift was a set of pure gold accessories?

The first box opens with a soft clack. Then another. And another. One by one, the men flip open the sacred velvet cases, revealing a collection of necklaces so stunning they look like they belong in a fucking museum. Diamonds, rubies, emeralds—each stone cut to perfection, catching the dim chandelier light like a beacon. They glisten in their cases, waiting to be draped around some lucky woman’s throat like a collar. A Morozov collar. I glance at Konstantin, who stands at the head of the room, completely at ease in the center of it all. His eyes are impassive, scanning the selection like he’s choosing a fucking weapon, not a necklace.

Chest tight, breath shorter, the certainty of it pressing down behind my sternum. I kneel in front of him on the rug, between his feet, and I look up at him. "There is one more thing." He laughs once, weakly. His hand finds my hair. His fingers are not steady. "What’s in the box?" "Open it and see." He takes the box from me and balances it on his knee. He looks at it for a long second. Then he undoes the small clasp and lifts the lid. The collar is perfect. Crafted from pure platinum, just like his ring. Hand-finished, brushed and then polished along the inner edge so the contrast between the matte outer and the bright inner reads, to anyone who isn't us, as a piece of expensive jewelry.

He spoke in perfect English. “You can say that again” Malcolm sat down and crossed one of his legs over the other. Maksim went over to his cupboard and brought out a tiny box made of silver. It looked a bit old but the engravings on it was very beautiful and detailed. “The moment I received your call, I understood the assignment” he placed the box In front of Malcolm who gently held it and had a very good look at it before opening it. A gold coated ring was sitting beautifully in the box with a diamond stone at the top. It was one of its kind and ir looked a bit ancient from the engravings on it”

before she reemerged with a box in her hands. It was velvet. Black. Like a coffin, but for memories. She opened it. Inside were delicate pieces, rings, earrings, a slim gold watch, and a heart pendant. All stunning. All untouched. “They’re from him,” she said. “Everything he ever bought me.” My heart ached. I didn’t say anything. I just nodded and took the box from her hands. We walked outside, to the backyard. There was a small metal barrel in the corner, where leaves and scraps were usually burned. Tonight, it would be more than that.

Calla immediately turned around. Sure enough, there were a few gift boxes and shopping bags of various sizes piled up in the backseat. She reached out, picked up a bag, and opened it. Inside was a deep red cashmere coat—clearly a luxury brand item—with a simple and elegant design, perfect for a woman in her 50s. There was also a small bag with a well-known jewelry brand logo printed on it. Calla suspiciously pulled out a small red velvet box. When she opened it, she saw a simple yet elegant gold necklace inside. It was luxurious, but not gaudy.

Who the hell would be buying me expensive jewelry and why? Flipping on the desk lamp, I open the box and a smile splits my face nearly in half. Inlaid in black velvet is a plain white gold chain with a black gemstone pendant in the shape of a cat’s head; surrounding the black gem are small clear gems, no doubt diamonds. Next to it are matching black gem kitty head studs in the same fashion as the pendant. Who sent these and why is it so perfect?

I didn't know what was going through his head right now when he stepped away from me. With one last glance my way he finally left the room, leaving me standing there confused. I was about to go and lock the door to get dressed when he came back inside with a jewelry box in his hand. “Give me your hand,” he commanded. “For what?” “Don't ask questions, Emilia. Just give me your hand,” he said when I hesitantly placed my right hand on his outstretched hand. He opened the jewelry box when I saw a beautiful gold bracket inside, which had small stones of diamonds, rubies, and emeralds encrusted around it.

If this works, it might slow them down. I run back into the greenhouse looking around at my workstation and send out a prayer to the universe. I open a drawer and pull out a stunning silver locket with a large emerald gemstone on the front, open it and place one of my newly prepared capsules inside. I clasp it shut and place it around my neck, tucking it under my top just as I hear the sound of the rooftop door being broken down.

On my way around the racks to the front of the store, I notice a package on the window display inside the store. At first glance, I had thought I forgot to unpack some merchandise from the back but couldn’t remember the last time I had even touched the window display. As I near the package, I notice an address label with my name on it and store address. The mail man must have left the package outside again and someone brought it in for me. I start opening the package and inside is a small grey box wrapped in bubble wrap. As I start opening the box, I notice it is a metal what looks like jewelry box with butterflies engraved on the top. In the center of the box there is an inscription.