Chapter 2 - The Hairline Scratch
Priscilla stepped closer, her face contorted in a sneer of pure condescension. "You can explain that to the police."
Under the bright spotlight of the glass showcase, a subtle hairline scratch glinted faintly across the sapphire crystal of the vintage chronograph. It was a fifty-thousand-dollar piece consigned by a high-profile client, and any damage meant instant termination for the employee responsible.
Devon, a young sales associate standing nervously behind the counter, kept her eyes glued to the floor, her hands trembling as she adjusted a velvet tray.
Maya gently lifted her gaze, ignoring the security guard's painful grip on her arm. She didn't look at Priscilla's mocking smile. Instead, she slowly glanced up toward the ceiling near the corner archway, eyeing the dark dome of security camera four.
She looked back at Priscilla, her expression completely unbothered.
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"Check camera four," Maya whispered with chilling composure. "You handled it ten minutes ago."
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