Billionaire's Little Kitten
“You have no right!”
“You gave me all your rights on a platter, when you stole from me, and got caught.” I respond coolly, “So, Dymond, you had a job, a fairly manageable credit score, and a few dollars in your account. You had an apartment, however mediocre, and you left all that to steal in another city? Why?”
“Fuck you.” She spits shakily.
“Dante. Are there any records of her here in Los Angeles?”
“No, sir. It's odd. No online or bank transactions, no payments. No job applications in here, no recorded purchases. It's like she was never here.”
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