Chapter 6

Diana managed to hide behind a pillar. The security who came inside to inspect stood at the door far from the death beams. His gaze traveled round the room. He took a step back and opened the door, expecting to see someone come out but nobody did. With one last glance, he turned and walked out of the room closing the door behind him.

Diana breathed out in relief. She walked back to the jewelries. “You know we can't just take them right? We have to replace them with a counterfeit or something identical,” Diana said staring at the jewelries.

“Yep! Check your left, there is a bag of clone jewelries exactly the same as the original. File them according to their original,” Chloe said.

Diana did as instructed. She took every clone filing them back in the case immediately she took the original.

She filed the jewelries in a bag. She tried lifting it and her back made a crack. “Fuck! This shit is heavier than my life problems,” Diana muttered.

“Diana you got incoming. Be out in a minute. Climb back through the ceiling,” came JJ’s voice from her earpiece. Diana tied a long rope to the bag then she tied it to her waist. She matched a pillar and climbed back into the ceiling, she stood and started pulling the bag up by the rope.

“Hurry up Diana they are five seconds away,” Chloe said. Diana increased her pace. “Four, three, two,”... Chloe was counting.

Diana pulled the bag in a fast motion and closed the vent before she could complete one. Then the door opened, three men dressed in black suits with a lady followed by several guards entered the room.

Diana breathed out silently in relief. “That was close,” she muttered. “Leave the bag in the kitchen, Nadia will take it out as trash. JJ will come to take the trash,” Chloe instructed.

Diana hissed silently. She put the bag on her back, it was so heavy that she stayed flat on the vent for some seconds. She pushed herself up and started crawling carefully, and silently until she left that part of the vent.

“How the fuck am I supposed to find the kitchen from here?” Diana scoffed. “Just turn left, drop the bag in the next two vents. Nadia is waiting,” came Chloe’s voice from the earpiece. “Fuck this is so tiring,” Diana mumbled under her breath.

She reached the kitchen and when she looked down, she saw Nadia standing under the vent looking around. “Hey,” Diana called and Nadia looked up. “You can drop the bag and leave, I have hacked into the security system in the kitchen,” Chloe said. Diana passed the bag to Nadia and left.

Nadia took the bag, making sure no one saw her. “I will take out the trash,” she announced and took out the trash. As expected, JJ was waiting for her outside. They didn't exchange words, just glances. She threw all of the trash including the one containing the jewelry and placed it in the truck.

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Arthur was already losing patience. The stupid security wouldn’t look away from him. Nothing angered him more than holding his temper. And for the fact that Aoife was still inside with Riccardo, meaning they might be fucking right now.

He saw Diana coming, already changed her clothes back to her previous wear. The security took his glance from them and signaled his partner that they were clean.

“What the fuck took you so long?” Arthur questioned with gritted teeth. “Fuck you, let's go,” Diana said.

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Aoife watched as dizziness took over Riccardo. She dropped her glass and frowned in confusion.

“Riccardo, are you okay?” Aoife questioned. Her voice hinted with worry. Like she didn't know what was happening to him, when clearly she was the one who set this whole thing up.

“You can leave. We will talk more later another day,” Riccardo said and held his eyes, massaging them carefully.

“What do you mean that I should leave? You look like you are gonna faint any minute from now!” Aoife barked. The door was pushed open, the guard who followed Nadia in before came in.

“What happened?” He passed a glance at Riccardo, then frowned at Aoife.

“I don't know! We were having dinner and all of a sudden he started holding his head...” Aoife explained.

“Escort her out. I will be fine,” Riccardo said. Without another word, the guard took hold of Aoife’s arm, pulling her to her feet. His grip was iron strong.

“Hey! Let go of me! Let go of me, you prick! Don't you see he is not okay!” Aoife kept screaming as the guard led her out. Immediately he threw her into the elevator, she gave him her middle finger, and when the door closed she sighed.

“Pricks.”

**DEVIKA'S APARTMENT – 11PM**

It had only been a day since she started this mission, and it felt like hell. She knew Idris was suspecting her. He knew she wasn't his real secretary, and he was making the mission harder than she expected.

She came out of the shower and walked to her closet after drying her body. She wore her PJs and walked back to her room. She took her phone from the nightstand and sat on the bed, only to see that she received an alert of one million dollars.

She went to the Furious Thief group chat only to see that they went for a mission. She frowned and sent a private message to Aoife.

*“You should have assigned me to this one instead of the shit you put me in.”*

She stared at her screen for a while before throwing her phone to the side. She rested her back on the bed and used her palm to cover her face. “Fuck,” she groaned.

Her mind went to Idris and what he told her this evening.

*“I know you know that I know you are a fraud. You stole my watch, and now you are back to steal something else. Mrs. Devika, but don't worry—I will make this your hardest mission, one that you will regret ever knowing me.”*

Idris had whispered in her ear after the board meeting when she was alone with him in his office.

She couldn’t help but shiver at every word. The way he looked at her with that sarcastic grin on his face. That grin that creeped her the fuck out.

She let out a sigh. Just how was she gonna complete her mission when he made it clear to her that he would make it hard for her? When he made it clear that he knew about her? He even called her by her real name.

Her phone made a beep. She checked it and saw that it was a message from Idris. When Matthew was showing her around, he gave her Idris’ number and made sure she saved it. She sat up on the bed in a fast motion—faster than she imagined.

She frowned when she saw that it was an address. His house address! She made to type a reply, but another message popped up.

*“Go to the office. I forgot my laptop. Deliver it in person to this address.”*

She read it out loud and scoffed.

“Fuck this bastard. Who the fuck does he think he is?” she questioned herself.

Another message came, and she gasped.

*“An order from your boss.”*