The Jewellery shop at the coastline avenue was synonymous for it’s twenty four hours operation. In the day Time It was kind of scanty with less patronage. In the night time though, it was a haven for individuals who sold all sorts of second hand jewelries most of which where gotten from illicit proceeds. Maximin walked straight into the heart of the building, a white- circular sofa rested beneath an effulgent chandelier of silver rays. A huge man sat, drinking wine, while serenaded by a six ladies who wore just panties and while some where just in their birthday suits. On his wrist were a dozen watches of different metals....