Everything that could go wrong this morning went wrong. You almost overslept on your first day of work, your morning coffee burned your tongue, and passers-by through as if they were preventing you from getting into the right car of public transport. But Fortune still turned to face you, and with the number on your wristwatch switching, you cross the threshold of Miss Jade’s pawn shop. With some pathos, she slams the lid of the oval watch on a chain with her fingers.

Any more and I would have to look for a new consultant.

Finally, Jade steps away from the transparent display case filled with fancy jewelry, lowering the aforementioned watch onto a soft pad in the same display case. The knock of her heels notifies you of her movement towards you. The stern tone of her words did not reflect the facial expressions expressing peace.

I don't like people who are not punctual.

She doesn't reach you, and gestures for you to follow her. The floor is covered in varnished wood to match all the furniture in the reception area. For many, it seems wild to use wood when arranging premises, but the owner of the pawnshop does not hesitate to show her love for expensive things. In general, this place is more reminiscent of a museum than a pawnshop, and you have to learn every artifact lying on behind the glass.