1 I M NOT A THEIF!!!

"Do you see him??"

Alister Flow ran her eyes all over the place, a high VIP club in search of the blue coat man particularly an old man in his fifties.

Robert De'costa, her new client's name. She was dressed in a pretty backlash all-black outfit watching over all the man that looked like Mr. De'costa.

And then she saw him. He was sitting right before the table set for two in the furthest left. The waitress was blocking the view. Now that she was gone, she could see him.

"I see him. "

"Great!"

The man on the phone said.

"All you need is the cell phone?"

She asked as she picked the red lipstick out from her purse and started applying on her already red lips to brighten it more.

"Yes just get me the cell phone and you will be done."

"Fine. Here we go."

Saying that Alister stood up on her heels breathing in and out. She could not dare to screw this up just because she was finding it difficult to stand on this eight inches high heel that Courtney purchased for a wrong shoe number.

She bent down to clean the crease lining formed on the dress. For all this dress had to be returned right away after she would be done with this job.

She was thankful to Miss Luisa for letting her borrow dresses for a while now. Her clients had been upgraded to all these high profile men and she needed the high profile dress to get into the looks and get the job done.

Once she saw that her way was clear, she stepped her heel-clad feet forward and then started walking to Mr. De'costa's table. Her black high heel making tic to sound.

The customers in the club looked at her way as she modeled her walking, swaying her hips as she strolled forward, and just by the side of his table, she tripped over, falling on her behind.

"Damn!!! Are you alright, Miss??"

Robert De'costa stood up right away and bent down to help the young miss who tripped over right in front of him.

"Ouch!! My back!! My feet hurt!!"

Alister faked cried as she knew that would make the man feel more pity for her and bend more. He forwarded his both hands to help her up.

"Just hold up. I will help you."

Alister nodded her head, her face contracting in pain trying to show him that she was in immense pain.

Instead of holding onto both his hands, she held on to one and let the other hand clutch tightly onto the side pocket of his pants.

"I got you...I got you...common hold tight!!"

"Ouch...I m trying!"

As he put his whole attention into making her stand up, Alister slipped her hand inside his pocket and pulled the cell phone out very swiftly.

Her ten years of career had helped her and added it to the experience. The moment, he made her stand up. She smiled at him as she clutched the cell phone tight and hid it behind her very swiftly.

"Are you alright now??"

Mr. Robert asked as he tried to check-in for any further injuries. Alister licked up her lips, trying to get his attention back on her flawless face instead of accessing her body and find out that she was hiding his cell phone behind her back, shaking her head in positive.

"Thank you..thank you so much. "

"Mention not!!"

"I..uh.I think I just need to check-in the washroom."

"Do you need any help walking out to there??"

Robert offered as he held his hand out to help her out. Alister shook her head in negative.

"No..no..I already caused you enough trouble. I will be fine from here."

She said as she could not wait anymore and get the hell out of there before this man discovered that his phone was missing.

So without wasting any more time, she acted limping and walking away from there towards the washroom direction, turning back to look at him if he was watching her and the moment she noticed that he was not, she stopped on her track and took the way to the exit immediately.

The cold night wind hit her face as she stepped out of the club. The line of people was never-ending in the general entrance.

"There you are...."

Courtney yelled as she made her way before Alister. She wrapped the long leather coat over her petite frame hiding away her skin exposed by the dress.

"Where is the man??"

Alister asked as she fixed the button of the long coat. She handed Courtney the showcase sausage purse. Courtney pointed her forefinger across the street.

"Let's go."

Alister mumbled as they both moved out of there to meet the man and hand him the one thing he had hired her to get.

"I knew you would get the job done. "

The man smiled as he took the phone away from Alister. She just rolled her eyes, flipping the blonde strand of her hair behind her cold ears.

"Your last paycheck will be deposited right away in the early morning. Do not worry. "

"Do not come looking for me for another job that involves stealing and not spying."

Alister mouthed out with a sass. Courtney just shrugged knowing where this was going to.

"The high-paid spies could not get a hold of his phone. You did it in seconds."

The man reasoned as he thrashed the stolen phone inside his furry coat pocket.

"Well...I get paid for spying not stealing. It is two different things."

Alister voiced put rudely. She had her ethics intact. She could not ruin her profile that she had maintained for these past five years. Maybe earlier than that, she did get involved herself in more than spying and inclining towards stealing.

But that had changed over the five years course of time. So she was not planning to change it anytime soon.

" It's the same thing."

The man chuckled.

"No, it's not, and after I get my pay, we are done. Find someone else to steal for you."

By saying that, Alister dragged Courtney and herself out from that place.

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