aVIAYA’s Story

In the dimly lit penthouse atop one of Antwerp's towering buildings, Aviaya lounged on a plush velvet sofa, swirling the contents of her Martini glass. The room exuded opulence - from the sparkling chandeliers to the exquisite art adorning the walls. It was a far cry from her humble beginnings as a mere thief drawn to shiny objects.

The journey from petty theft to the helm of a burgeoning diamond empire had been a whirlwind. Working under the wing of Mr. Z, a shrewd Jewish diamond-dealer, Aviaya had honed her skills. But as time wore on, the dynamics of their relationship shifted. She went from being a mere accomplice to a formidable partner, orchestrating deals and weaving a web of influence in the hidden corridors of Antwerp's diamond trade.

Upon Mr. Z's peaceful demise, Aviaya inherited the empire, transforming it into an entity that seemed to mirror the Belgian Mafia. Her pursuit of diamonds had become an insatiable hunger, transcending ethical boundaries. The origin of the stones ceased to matter; she only craved the brilliance within them. Her dealings became darker, entangling her with increasingly dangerous individuals. The bigger the risk, the more alluring the venture.

Back home, on a rather unexpected evening, as the scent of gunpowder mingled with the lingering traces of Chanel No. 5, Aviaya revelled in the power she wielded. The maid entered, offering a golden tray holding a red envelope and a mysterious black card. The room seemed to pulse with anticipation as she dismissed the envelope, fixating on the emblem of the black card. "TGC" – the letters whispered like an enigma in her mind. Curiosity danced in her eyes as she turned the card, revealing the glinting sun catching on the gold.

Her contemplation was interrupted by a sudden realisation. "That wasn't the maid..." Her instincts surged, senses alert. A shiver ran down her spine as she pondered the meaning behind the card. The golden numbers etched on it beckoned like a secret code. Without a second thought, she dialled the number, her heart pounding with a strange mix of trepidation and excitement.

A low, gravelly voice answered on the other end. "Aviaya, we've been watching. Impressive rise you've had. We have an offer you might find intriguing." The mysterious "TGC" extended an invitation that promised to eclipse even Aviaya's most audacious exploits. Intrigue ignited within her as she considered the possibilities, the Martini in her hand forgotten. The world of diamonds and deceit had always been her playground, but little did she know that a new player had entered the game, and the rules were about to change.