PRETTY LITTLE THIEF

Immediately Mr Wells had disappeared out of sight, she had gotten back on track with her business, making her way to the safe room. The place she believed housed the diamond she hunted for.

Following a blueprint on her phone, she came to a halt at a large door but it was locked, she wasn't phased, she has come prepared. Opening her purse to take out her gloves and disguised tools she worked with ease to unlock the door, Nothing was a challenge to her, she was well familiar with any type of lock, from old fashioned security system to modern technology.

Beep beep

And just like that the door was open.

she quickly slipped into the dark room, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness, she realised she wasn't in a safe room but rather a sophisticated bedroom.

"I don't get it", she was said to herself, confused, bringing out her phone to check the blueprint again.

The room she was standing in was supposed to be a safe room, not a bedroom.

Looking round the room, then back at her phone, She was in the right room. 

she guessed

She decided to look around the room, pushing and pulling, searching, maybe there was a hidden compartment or safe around here.

The room was large and tidy, enveloped in an industrial style design that commanded attention, with deep, bold and rich refined black walls, the floor was raw polished concrete, black inviting satin bed covers, smooth to the touch and above the bed, the wall was decorated with a collection of large framed professional, black and white photographs simple yet sophisticated,rich rug and curtains, delicate vases of green plants, placed strategically around the room, a bricked style fire place.

Despite the simplicity,the room was commanding and breathtaking. 

Red searched high and low relentlessly, until she uncovered a safe skillfully hidden underneath one of the framed photos, concealed by a false wall.

She was running out of time, she had to work quickly.

Effortlessly bypassing security settings, she carefully turned the dial with her gloved hands, listening for clicks and mechanical turns. Next, she connected a small, sleek device to the digital safe and began running numbers through it, hacking into it's complex code.

Her fingers worked expertly and swiftly on the device's pad, inputting numbers and codes.

Suddenly, there was a long awaited beeping sound, followed by a satisfying click. The safe swunged open revealing a small, wooden box containing the diamond. Relieved and satisfied, she open it and took the jewelry from it's cushioned velvet box.

Trying to cover up her tracks, she closed back the safe and hung the painting back in place. Careful,not to leave any trace of the evil she had come to commit.

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Red's POV:

I was relieved, another score, successful. It was always easily. This one in particular was way too easy.

I began tucking the stolen jewelry under my dress, trying to hide and conceal it.

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"You're a thief and a terrible guest", a quiet yet angry familiar voice sliced through the slience, completely catching me off guard. I froze completely, caught in the act.

Taken aback, I spun around,the diamond neckpiece still in my hands, i turned around to face the owner.

His gaze burning with intensity and anger. I swallowed hard, paralyzed by the fact that this was happening,that I have just been caught.

Even with his angry expression, he looked unusually calm as usual, as though this was a scene he was use to.

Never taking his eyes off me, he reached for a bottle of whiskey on a nearby table, pouring the Amber gold liquid into a glass.

"You're a bold one, I'll give you that",his tone laced with anger, with a little hint of amusement,or was it admiration?.

His eyes still on me, as he quickly downed the liquid in his glass. "What do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like?". I said, matter of fact. 

He nodded quietly, as though understanding what I meant.

"You're not going anywhere with that", his gaze dropped to the jewel in my hand. "infact, you're not going anywhere at all".

His voice deep with a hint of menace, He strode towards me, I stepped back.

"Stealing from me?, Did you think you were going to get away with it?", He stepped closer to me, narrowing his eyes at me. I knew I was screwed. Never have I ever had to encounter such problems, it was always too easy for me.

In and out

That was always what I told myself, and that was always how it has been. Never interacting with anyone or wasting a second, The first time I decide to do something different, take Franky advice, loosen up and have fun, I got caught. I knew he didn't mean have fun on the job, but what was I thinking?.

Now here I was, caught red-handed, cowering backwards, in front of the very man I was supposed to have avoided throughout my mission.

At this very moment, I wished I had prepared some form of emergency get away plan or atleast, carried a concealed weapon, even know I knew I wouldn't know how to use it,because I never had the need for them.

My pride had gotten to my head, I thought it was going to be another easy job, I didn't feel the need to take such precautions. Now look at me. I was trapped, I had been caught, What was I going to do now?.

I needed a miracle, a big one.