Part 1: Mission Failed

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I continued fake sobbing.

"Y/N, abort the plan, it isn't working. I parked the van in the alleyway, come on!" Henry spoke through the comms.

He just saved my ass....

"I'm s-so s-sorry for interrupting, I'll just g-go" I faked cried, clutching my purse and running away.

Goddam, it's hard to run in heels.

I could hear the girl scream bye behind me. She just ruined my game! That bitch! She's probably cheating on Richard, poor dude, but damn was she hot.

I burst through the casino doors, turning into the alleyway where I saw the black van parked in the shadows, it's barley visible.

I quickly ran towards it and knocked the secret rhythm so that Henry knew it's me. The back door immediately slides open revealing a disappointed Henry. I yelped as he suddenly pulled me inside by my arm. I flopped down on the small couch we had in the back, throwing my heels off and sighing in relief. I lay back on the couch while Henry drives.

"You blew it" He whispers, clutching the steering wheel tight with both his hands.
"You think I don't know that?" I mumble, closing my eyes.

"It's fine tho, don't blame yourself, sis." Henry comforts me. I nod mentally at his words and opened my eyes again.

My thoughts were stuck at that girl. She's so pretty. Even her voice, it's so.... raspy and makes you feel like you're on fire. The dress she wore, it got her every curve of her body perfectly. Holy hell, her eyes! Her hair! Her lips! Her rosey cheeks! Her everything!!!

And here I am, wondering what her name could me... Matilda? Mathara? Lily? Mackenzie? Nadia? Olivia? Piper?

I'm getting worked up over nothing! This girl has me weak and now she's dating a fucking 1038928 year old!?

"We're here" Henry announced, stopping the van.

We got out of the van and walked inside our apartment building. We hopped into the elevator and went up to our floor where our apartment is. Our apartment is huge and cost a lot since our balance is about 10 million, all because of persuading and being an con artist. Ironic, right?

 Ironic, right?

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"Good night, sis!" Henry yelled down the hall, from his room

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"Good night, sis!" Henry yelled down the hall, from his room. I yelled goodnight back and almost immediately fell asleep, still in my dress, on my bed.

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