The collar was a felicitous one and three-quarters of woven Egyptian broadcloth upon his neck. He stood at the conference table of translucent glass from the Mulberry Niflheim Collection, decidedly transfixed upon a scale model of the home he was to design within an opulent enclave, of the Upper East Side. The aqueous panoramas of SoHo played behind as he illustrated the architectural specifications, in detail, to the Russian industrial behemoth. Gesturing indicatively with his tempered, manicured hands, the Bvgari cufflinks accommodated the light as he spoke.
“Beyond the primary entrance, I’ve imagined an unadulterated space, thus highlighting the grandeur of the main stairway. The interior will be sculpted in Cuban mahogany and massaged with tsavorite, just through the portico.”
Viktor Aleksy Chernov, the Byzantine founder of Chernov Energy, the global nuclear consulting engine, headquartered along the broad Nevsky Prospekt in St. Petersburg, observed the demonstration with careful note, whilst his assistant, Desya Pachkaev, translated in accord.
Mr. Chernov nodded, gaze affixed upon the model.
He then turned to Desya, speaking forcefully in his native tongue. The young man, educated in the United States and throughout Europe, acknowledged his mentor before addressing the Platonist architect.
“What is this, Cuban mahogany?” Desya began. “Is it of superior quality to other mahogany?”
Maxwell observed the young apprentice, bemused.
“This same wood exists in my home in Madeira.”
Desya rumpled his brow, uncertain. Maxwell graciously expounded.
“Off Portugal.”
Implode. Part LVIX - DK
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