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It was a different style to the ruby ring. It was a less traditional cut and in platinum, not in gold. Heather looked to the woman but couldn’t catch her eye. She reached for the ring and placed it on the velvet tray. “No, no,” the man said, “I want to know how much it is.” Heather picked up the platinum band and turned it. “£540.” “That’s no good,” the woman said, almost in a whisper. Heather tapped her fingernails on the counter. “You don’t like the diamond? There are more ruby rings you could try.” She pulled the whole ruby tray out and let it drop half an inch onto the counter. At times in the past, Heather’s disdain for the customers had come to be an issue for Mr Parker. But even he had had to concede that her time-keeping and neatness were not qualities easily replaced. As long as Heather smiled and wasn’t directly rude to the customers, he had decided she could stay. Before the woman could look at the rings, the man stepped in between her and the tray and picked one out. It looked as if he had done so at random. He turned the ring over, just as Heather had done, to reveal the tag on the back. He shook his head, put it back, then picked another. “This one,” he said, obviously satisfied with what he had seen, “try this one.” ÉCLAT FICTION

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