Jeweler Apprentice の小説・ストーリー

a prestigious jeweler’s boot camp in France. I look up at Taylor, raising an eyebrow. "What’s this?" I ask. Taylor looks at me with an almost apologetic smile. “It’s a jeweler’s boot camp, one of the most prestigious in the world. L'École des Bijoutiers. They only take a few people each year, and it’s in France. I was actually planning to surprise you with it… you know, as a thank you for being such a true friend with everything going on with Fabi.”

"I really need that pearl to complete my submission for the Jewelry Design Competition." Brian, who hadn't expected the pearl to be so popular, replied, "The pearl was replaced because Professor Weedle's apprentice wanted it to restore a relic for the National Museum Exhibition. So I donated it to them." Selena's eyes widened. Jean's apprentice had been here? That tanned, skinny young man? "Where is this person?" she asked urgently. "The apprentice has gone to pick up the pearl," replied Brian. Selena immediately rushed off. After all, Jean's apprentice was more sought-after than some pearl. She absolutely had to get him in her grasp.

“I can’t believe that kid would do something like this. Carol sure knows how to pick her people. How infuriating!” I reassured Amanda and then made a call with her to track down the apprentice. The apprentice was a young woman from the countryside who had always dreamed of becoming a jewelry designer. But this industry is expensive, and without money, a design is just an empty piece of paper. Carol saw her desperation and offered her a huge sum to betray her morals and take on this dirty job. Terrified, the apprentice trembled as she promised never to do it again. In the end, she was just following orders. The real villain was the mastermind pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

"It varies from person to person, I don't know what yours would be." "All power has a price." He placed his hand over hers and put the ring back on his finger. "It's just a matter of paying it, Miss Liang. This ring, for example, required a young man to enter the heart of a tornado among other things." "If methods are incompatible, I do hope to maintain relations. A capable ally is worth their weight in gold." He took a small ring box from his coat and offered it to her. "I feel this may be more your fancy, Miss Liang." He opened the box, revealing a pewter band with a piece of jasper as the gemstone. The stone was a brilliant scarlett color.

Hearing her say it out loud made my pulse quicken, not with fear, but with something close to hope. We talked for almost an hour about positions, timelines, apprenticeship possibilities. Rachel suggested creating a small training program for young jewelers, something structured, inspired by old European maisons. “That would give us fresh talent,” she said. “And loyalty. People don’t forget who gave them their first chance.” “Let’s add it to the list,” I replied, scribbling notes. “We’re allowed to dream big now.” Rachel nudged me gently with her shoulder. “Celeste?”

I smiled, “You’ll see. I’ll show you the main floor first.” We took the elevator to the first floor and I showed him the storefront, I will be the only jeweler in town who designs, makes and sells all the jewelry in the same building. The rest of my machinery will be here in a week. I need to find rough stone suppliers, but that shouldn’t be too hard.”

"I'll interview her in person tomorrow." … The next day, Thaddeus and Jordan went to a café. The candidate, Gwen, had arrived early with professional attire, feeling confident. She was sure that Holt Jewelry would love that design sketch. She had joined Jaricles Design Studio, a studio loved by celebrities and wealthy spouses, to gain connections and experience before joining Holt Jewelry. Holt Jewelry's design department was the end goal of every jewelry designer. Joining that department had been her goal ever since she began learning design.

“I don’t remember.” Jennifer’s face went even paler. Soon, the chairman of the jewelry association arrived, bringing along an appraiser. The appraiser was a young, handsome man. “Mr. Schmidt, I brought you a genius jewelry appraiser—Quincy. He can spot who made a design at a glance.” Benjamin nodded faintly. “Thank you, Mr. Johnson. Thank you, Mr. Quincy.” “No need to be so formal, Mr. Schmidt.” Mr. Johnson urged Quincy, “Quincy, hurry, look at the big screen.”

6 million dollars, with increments of 50 thousand dollars thereafter! Theo's eyes lit up. He had always been a fan of ancient jade. He instantly looked at Macarius and Lionel for their opinions. Macarius wanted his apprentice to show off his skills in front of everyone. So, he said, "Lionel, you're an expert in jewelry appraisals and have a good eye for it. Give us the lowdown." "This jade on this treasure trove is smooth and shiny. It is a rare premium jade indeed. Its craftsmanship is so intricate that the sculpting elevates the value of the whole item."

“I know that work.” I followed his line of sight to a jeweler’s display, shimmering with delicate silver and inset gems. The vendor, a young man with a perpetually worried expression, greeted us with a smile that didn’t reach his haunted eyes. “Good morning! A gift for your… companion?” he asked, his gaze shifting nervously between us.