"Sir Harrison, welcome. We were informed that you've taken an interest in the display necklace."
Felix's face went from frozen to ashen in the space of a single heartbeat.
"That's right," Stan replied.
The woman stepped past the velvet rope without hesitation. The security guard moved aside for her without being asked. She lifted the glass cover from the pedestal with practiced hands, carefully removed the necklace, all three point two million dollars of it, catching the spotlight one final time in a cascade of fractured light, and placed it in a velvet-lined presentation box.
She sealed the box, turned, and presented it to Stan with both hands.
"It's yours, Young Master Harrison. The general manager has asked me to serve as your personal attendant for the remainder of your visit. If there's anything else you'd like, anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask."
