The day I sold a watch to a king
I sold a watch to a king! And that day, I couldn’t believe it.
Since then, the Thunderbird II has had an aristocratic ‘je-ne-sais-quoi’ for me.
Let me tell you this incredible story.
If you don’t mind, let’s go back in time…
An appearance in Capital: Thunderbird II shines in luxury edition
An appearance in the magazine Capital: the Thunderbird II shines in the luxury editionIt’s December, and Christmas is fast approaching. And then, BAM, as if from heaven: a present! Not under the tree, no, but in the pages of the special luxury edition of Capital magazine. My watch appeared, shiny and apart, against a black background…
A happy coincidence: all the other watches had white backgrounds. Like a raw piece of Rock, my watch explodes in the middle of a smooth world. Can you see the picture?
The King of Wakanda meets Thunderbird II
And that’s where the story takes on the trappings of a fairy tale or fantasy.
The King of Wakanda is in Paris and stumbles across the magazine. I’ve never really known how, but I imagine the magazine was waiting for him in his hotel.
As he flipped through the pages, he spotted the Thunderbird II and… it was love at first sight!
He fell in love with it and wanted it.
Just so you understand who he is, the King is said to be a great collector of luxury watches. And you know what they say… When a king wants something, he gets it!
And there was no shortage of them. Straight away, the Wakanda embassy contacted me. Just imagine the scene! At the time, I could hardly believe it. I thought: ‘Is this a joke? A scam?’ Not at all. Everything was perfectly clean. The deposit was soon paid and the order form was signed and stamped.
It was official!
Royal delivery: a unique experience
I thought that would be the end of the story, that I would simply assemble the watch and send it off by courier. But no! Then it all happened: the embassy demanded hand delivery in Paris. That’s when I said to myself: ‘OK, royal delivery, let’s go!
So I prepare the Thunderbird II, model number 1. Because for a king, let’s face it, it’s 1 or nothing! And here I am in Paris, at the Wakanda embassy. Well, to be honest, the atmosphere isn’t exactly Rock. It’s cordial, polite, formal…
Oh, and sorry for those who were already imagining it: no meeting with the king, no royal handshake for me. No, I didn’t see the King put my watch on his wrist.
And with his private watchmaker, I’m in no danger of receiving a call for after-sales service. No promotional selfies either… And absolute discretion required! So you’ll understand why I can’t reveal his real identity.
An unforgettable experience and a dream come true
But I can tell you this: knowing that MY watch is in his collection… It’s enough to send shivers down my spine. I think that day I realised that anything is possible, that sometimes dreams do come true.
So who knows? Maybe now it’s your turn to dream and reign:
Ready to wear a watch fit for kings?
It’s coming, and it’s called Thunderbird III.