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Rolex Heirloom

Back when I was just among the company's rank and file, my 'rolex oyster perpetual' stirred a collective, smirking smile; they said I was a phony or a victim of some shady deal, but jewelers would swear this heirloom from dad was real. I sold the oyster, made lucky investments, became the boss; for fun, I wear a cheap, ersatz rolex, but now I'm at a loss; why, in boardrooms or in hallways, it's my watch they closely watch with admiration and envy, like it's a fabulous catch!

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