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It's Either You Or No One

When jasmine checked back at the wall clock, it's already past eight. She's been trying to reach her granddaughters since an hour plus, but yet none of them picked up the calls. Infact, they turned off their phones, which made jasmine became more worried. Her hair by now is now a total mess like she was struck by an electric. Hmm, yeah. Maybe electrocuted. Frustration has a lot to do with that. I guess. She grabbed the second iPhone 14 which her son, Justin, had bought for her few weeks ago before leaving for L.A, from the glass center table. At once within a blink of an eye, she began dialing her son's number.

Ahanuwa_B_Osarugue · Urban
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69 Chs

No one suspected her movements

The man gave him a quizzical look, "Excuse sir, we didn't know anything about your briefcase. Besides, we just came in to rescue you after the customers from the next door phoned us that someone is been attacked here."

Uh huh, it seems like. The old man widened his eyes in shock with his both hands placed on top of his head after setting his eyes on an empty briefcase and a wrecked knife. "My money? She took my money?"

The men drew closer and also found an empty briefcase fully exposed on the floor.

One of them asked, "Sir, isn't this your briefcase?"

"Yes, it is my briefcase. That slutty girl locked me up in the bathroom, stole my money and now she has ran away with my money. You have to find her." He panicked. That money is met for an important business appointment. He is expected to fly out of the country for the meeting today.

"Sir, who is this woman you're talking about? How is she in appearance? Can you describe her looks?" One of the men asked.

The old man vigorously nodded and stated, "Of course yes. She is slender about 1.61cm tall, average blue gown, black open toes heels, she is not more than the age eighteen, she has grey eyes, long brunette hair with a little curls at the tip--that's all I could remember. Please you have to help me find her, that money worth millions of dollars. I need to invest them for a serious meeting in France today."

Placing the Bf-888s walkie talkie radio on his mouth, one of the staffs said, "A young woman from the presidential suites, room 5007 has evacuated the room with someone else's money. Secure the elevators and doors surrounding this premises."

The old man ran his hands through his face and panickly said, "Please, you guys have to help me. That money contains alot. It's very important."

"Sir, you have to calm down. The securities and authorities are already on this."

The man nodded his head, took several deep breaths and sat on the bedside. He tried to console himself yet he couldn't. That money is too huge to go missing.

If only he had knew how dangerous these women are, he would have mind his ways with them. And him? He was so foolish to have left his briefcase in the same room with her.

Just because he didn't give her a good pay, she decide to take it out on him by stealing his money.

He sighed. If this report gets to his wife, she'll ask for a divorce.

He reached for his pants and shoved his hand into the back pocket for his phone. "What?!" His eyes widen in shock. He stood up and waved his pants and sleeves, "My two phones, my wallet, they're all gone."

The staffs and attendants helplessly shook their heads. What a useless and senseless old man. How could he lost so many things in just one day. An eighteen years old woman duped him, what a shame.

The old man grabbed one of the men's hand, "Please do something, she stole my phone's and wallet as well."

The man slowly jerked his hand off, "Sir, with all due respect, why must you live your things in a room with a woman you barely know? What if she was an assassin killer?"

The old man rubbed his hands on his head and brittle, "I'm so finished. That wallet contains my personal ID and my two limited credit cards. My life is doomed. Where do I start from here?"

Just then, the walkie-talkie radio chimed, "There is no such woman in the premises. We are told by the receptionist that a petite women on blue dress and brunette hair had left the place with stuffs in her hands thirty minutes ago."

"Then why didn't they stopped her?" The staff asked.

"Unfortunately, no one suspected her movements. It was quite unsuspicious." The radio answered.

"Oh God, I'm so dead." The old man cried.

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