Voldemort had just made a very large purchase, a new extravagant and absolutely amazing umbrella, hell, it may be the best umbrella in the world. The umbrella had kept everything dry, including his wallet, he looked down at his wrist and remembered that the purse he snatched yesterday had a very nice gold bracelet in it.

Excuse me, But I happened to.. come across.. this fine gold bracelet yesterday, and I was looking to get rid of it, Is there anyone around that could price this, I am willing to let it go, for a very fair price.

The bell above the door jingled as Voldemort stepped in, the umbrella still dripping rainwater despite the clear skies outside. Tony looked up from behind the counter, adjusting the cuffs on his shirt and setting down a half-smoked cigar in the ashtray.

Tony gave him a long, deliberate once-over before speaking.

“Lemme guess…” he said, voice calm but with a tinge of dry amusement. “You ‘came across’ it.”

He leaned forward, eyeing the gold bracelet as it was placed on the counter. He picked it up, weighed it in his hand, then brought it closer to the light, inspecting the links and clasp.

“Nice piece. Not cheap. Clean too. No engraving, no initials... convenient.”

Tony glanced back at Voldemort, his face unreadable but his tone sharper now.

“Now, listen—I run a fair shop here. You got something to sell, I’m not the kinda guy who asks questions… unless the answers are gonna bring heat through that door.”

He set the bracelet down gently and leaned forward on his elbows.

“I’ll give you $200 for it. Cash. Right now. You walk out with dry shoes and a quiet conscience.”

A pause.

“Or you can try your luck somewhere else—maybe a place that don’t come with... understanding ownership.”

Tony tapped a finger once on the counter.

“What’s it gonna be?”

As Tony walked out, no questions asked, a stern face, a true businessman, there was no way he could turn his offer down. He sets the bracelet down on the counter and extends his hand

"I tell you what Tony, you truly are a businessman and one with a great eye. I will take that offer, Quick fast cash just like I like it. If I happen to just... come across anything else, I will be sure that you get first dibs on it

Voldemort smirks as he takes the money and walks out the door, scoping out every old lady with a purse he can as he continues on down the streets of Detroit