Chapter 8 - The Eidetic Heist
"You brought me into your house three hours ago," Poppy explained flawlessly, her soft voice carrying the crushing weight of a true apex predator. "You locked my parents in the basement, and you dragged me into your private office while you made your phone calls. You thought I was just a stupid, crying little girl."
Adrian physically staggered backward in his chair, completely dropping the photograph onto the marble table.
"You left me sitting on the leather couch while you opened your wall safe," Poppy continued smoothly, entirely devoid of fear. "You typed the code quickly, trying to hide it with your body. But I have a perfect memory, Mr. Adrian. I told you, I remember everything. Three, seven, nine, two, zero, four."
Adrian let out a horrific, breathless gasp. That was the exact, highly classified combination to his impenetrable steel safe.
"When you walked out into the hallway to yell at your guards," Poppy whispered coldly, "I walked over, typed the numbers, and opened the heavy door. I saw the stacks of cash. I saw the shiny watches. But I knew the paper picture was the most important thing, because you hid it all the way in the back, underneath the heavy metal boxes."
She had flawlessly executed a massive corporate heist in exactly forty-five seconds, slipping the damning photograph directly into the torn pocket of her sea-blue dress before Adrian even walked back into the room. She had patiently waited for the absolute perfect moment to strike, maliciously using his own arrogant memory game to force him into an unbreakable, public deal in front of his highest-ranking enforcers.
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Adrian was completely outsmarted, entirely dismantled by a child who hadn't even started the first grade. His entire multi-million-dollar empire was completely resting in the tiny hands of a five-year-old girl. The sheer humiliation of the moment was completely suffocating. He, the most feared syndicate titan in New Orleans, was being actively blackmailed by a child with pigtails. The blue velvet furniture suddenly felt like a heavy, inescapable prison.
👉 Read Part 9 to witness the mafia boss violently lose his temper and the little girl's ultimate dead-man switch.
