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The Medallion by Richard Paolinelli

“I’ll give you fifty thousand for it,” the customer pointed at the medallion on display.

“I’m sorry, young man,” the older owner of the antique store replied, shaking his head.

“A hundred thousand then,” another shake. “Two hundred? Name your price, man.”

“The medallion is on display. No matter how much you offer it simply isn’t for sale.”

The customer snorted in disappointment and marshalled himself to make another attempt. Neither man noticed the young woman casually browsing the items that actually were for sale. She’d been inside when the customer had entered. He’d glanced her way briefly, eyes lingering for a moment, before turning his attention to the object of his visit.

She was used to such examinations from men. She knew her looks caught their attention. She often used that to her advantage to get where she wanted to be. Nor did she mind being forgotten while the two men haggled over the availability of the medallion. This too suited her purpose.