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Waking up the next morning, Jamie stretches her arms and a smile spreads across her lips as she rests her chin in her hand, savouring the peaceful time of day for just a few moments before picking her phone up with the other.
Looking through her texts and emails, she finds a few that are about work and decides right then that she'll make her way back home the next morning, which is when she'll respond to any of the contacts.
Climbing out of bed, Jamie smooths down her wild hair and makes for the bathroom, answering nature's call before moving to the sink to freshen up. Today, she's going to fetch her '26 and she cannot wait to retrieve it, fly back home then add it to her collection.
Jamie is a big collector for whisky. So big in fact, that she's killed for it...allegedly.
Doing her makeup, Jamie then grabs a hairdryer and does her hair, curling and fluffing out her choppy bangs, fixing them over her forehead.
Once that's done, she gets changed out of her robe and into blue denim jeans, a black shirt to go with her boots and a navy blue coat.
Her phone chimes from its place in the charger and she picks it up then glances at the text.
Momma Bear: Call me sugar. I need to know you're all good.
Jamie texts her back.
Me: All good momma. Will be back home tomorrow morning. Look forward to it ;)
Momma Bear: Okay okay. I love you.
Now setting her phone aside after pulling out the cable, Jamie makes her way out of the hotel room and to her rented car. Her hoop earrings jiggle from her ears and her heeled boots tap with her footsteps.
Just as she promised the woman from the day before, she's heading to the storage unit to both do a drop off and pick up.
But first, the bank.
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Jogging out of the bank with a duffel bag in hand, Jamie tosses it into the front passenger side of her car then gets behind the steering wheel, checking her phone once before she goes.
Jamie has always been fond of traveling alone, especially for jobs. She enjoys the rush and risk of the unpredictable, but just the calm that comes before the storm she sometimes never sees coming.
Arriving at the storage unit, she spots an unmarked, tinted BMW and she goes to the unit and knocks hard on the garage door.
Crouching low, she pulls it up and is met with the woman from the day before and a tall, bald white male with tattooed writing on his forehead all the way down to the back of his head.
"You Davenport?" His voice is heavily accented, barely audible under his gruff tone.
"That's me. I take it you're security?" Jamie raises an eyebrow and the male doesn't say anything, let alone make any sort of gesture.
"Where's the cash?"
"In the car. Where's my bottle?"
"Right here." The small woman answers, raising the same locked case as the day before and Jamie nods.
"Bring it. We'll make the exchange at my car then I'll be on my way." Turning, Jamie walks back outside the garage, then she opens the door to her car, that holds the duffel bag of cash. "1.9 million. Cash and in US dollars."
"Please give moment to us to verify." The woman's soft voice says, handing the case over to Jamie who runs the pads of her fingers over, glad to have it in her hands.
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