Yet, Amira saw the first of many victims: A man carelessly holding a sapphire necklace that must have been worth at least a couple thousands. Sure, not as massive as Paul’s thirty thousand dollars watch, but it was like snatching three months worth of salary in one petty second. Horrible, but necessary.
She studied her opponent a bit further:
This man was tall, dark and had a bushy beard. In his mid-thirties, this man was nonetheless incredibly beautiful.
She took a single step towards him, but in one terrifying second, her instinct commanded her to stop: Suddenly, all the noise in the room died down, now replaced by a weary, suspenseful silence .
*How did they catch me already*?
“Ladies and gentlemen.” Someone announced. Amira turned around to see Paul standing on a table, holding a glass of champagne which he held up in the air “We have among us none other than an honoured guest, Lady Tanya. Give it up, everyone!”
A thunderous clap welcomed on the table the tall woman who pushed her in the crowd just a moment ago. Somehow, the scowl she wore seemed to be lighter this time, almost see-through: