Million Dollar Prepper

The old man snapped upright, his chair squeaking loudly in protest. His dull eyes widened instantly, locking onto the vibrant green stone with a gaze of intense, unrestrained greed. He pulled a small jeweler’s loupe from his vest pocket and leaned over the pristine glass counter, his breathing growing heavy as he scrutinized the rough edges and the flawless green depth of the massive raw emerald.