The Art of Revenge
She quietly slipped into the auction room and found a seat in the corner of the last row.
As she looked up, her eyes locked onto a large rough gemstone being displayed under glass—an uncut stone weighing around ten kilograms. Its raw surface shimmered under the lights, with a tight matrix of minerals and a faint, electric-blue hue peeking through the crevices.
At first glance, it looked incredibly promising. The surface was clean, compact, and the glow suggested it could be a specimen of rare Paraíba tourmaline—perhaps even gem-quality with high copper content. The kind collectors drooled over. The kind that could fetch millions.