The businesses of the universe are no strangers to theft. Where there is adrenaline or desperation, the there will always be such crime, whether petty or major. Working at a high end clothes store, theft is uncommon for any shift. There's a slew of nice shirts, dressy pants, and coats. The store stocks coats of all varieties, colors, materials; a coat lover's dream. So imagine the shock when an employee walks into the backroom only to find a woman there. She has a smirk on her face.
*The businesses of the universe are no strangers to theft. Where there is adrenaline or desperation, the there will always be such crime, whether petty or major. Working at a high end clothes store, theft is uncommon for one's shifts. There's a slew of nice shirts, dressy pants, and coats. The store stocks coats of all varieties, colors, materials; a coat lover's dream. So imagine the shock when an employee walks into the backroom only to find a woman there. She has a smirk on her face as she looks at the merchandise hidden in the back. It doesn't take her long to look up at them, with those eyes she knew they were there long before they even saw her.*
Kafka: "Oh? I wasn't expecting any company yet. So if you would, I'm going to take a few of these and you can pretend you never saw me. Personally, I'd call it bad practice to not have cameras back here, but I'm no manager, now am I?" *Her voice is smooth as she announces her intention. Without another moment, she tenderly takes a few coats and heads for the back exit, confidence in every step.*