“Do you want it or not mate?” Gavin said, irritation creeping into his voice.

  He was sitting in a luxurious leather chair eyeing a middle aged man dressed in an expensive grey suit. The man, Theodore Bartholomew, presently held the fist sized uncut diamond Gavin had spent days fabricating. That diamond was a work of genius, or so he felt, painstakingly adding micro imperfections that would set it apart from an ordinary artificial diamond.

  “Where did you get this?”

  “I’m acting on behalf of a private trust. They don't want to be identified, at all, ever, understand?”

  “Right.” Theodore said, unconvinced.

  “I'm not super interested in playing twenty questions, I’m interested in getting a briefcase of money for my client. It's a legit diamond, I’m willing to sell it no questions asked if you're willing to buy it no questions asked.”

  “We will need to analyse it of course.”

  “Be my guest.” Gavin said “I’d advise you not to fuck me on this though.”

  “Oh? Threats?” Theo said, frowning at Gavins uncouth behaviour.

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  “Your company wasn't the first on my list, I tried to sell it to one other place just yesterday”

  “That was you?” he said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

  “Mister Bartholomew, I may not look like the usual sort, I am what you might describe as a mercenary, I've been in a combat zone fighting and killing for the past twelve months. Now I'm back in my home country I'm looking to operate a little more quietly than normal.”

  “Quietly? You-”

  “That was quiet, for me. No one got hurt, physically anyway.” Gavin said casually. “Look, mate, all I want is a fat paycheck, if you tell me you're not willing to buy what I've got I'll walk out of here and never think about you again, if you say yes, I want what we discussed, no fucking about.”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay as in yes?”

  “As in yes, Gavin.”

  “Awesome. You can keep the diamond while you do your tests, I would like this resolved quickly however. Call me on this number tomorrow.”

  Gavin stood, sliding a piece of paper with a hand written number on it across the table then offered his hand to the businessman. He shook hands firmly, meeting the man's cool grey eyes with his own.

  “Have a good day, mate.” Gavin said, turning and walking from the room.

  He calmly exited the building, walked half a block down the street, turned into an alley, and vanished.