I was about to follow the store detective to the back room. I already had a plan for how I was going to get out of this. It was far from my first time, so it wouldn't be too difficult. Now it started "Excuse me, but may I speak to your manager? I would like to discuss business." I asked. He looked at me incomprehension, and was a little surprised when I slipped on a random piece of clothing "Ouch! How are the clothes so smooth? So if we don't get to that room soon, I'll give this shop ONE star only!" The detective seemed to get tired of me, so I called my little brother who is 4 years younger than me. So, he's 21, Mafia boss and part-time FBI agent. "Luke, there's a stranger I don't know who claims to be a store detective! Something feels wrong, and it's not the Taco-Bell dinner I ate earlier." "Are you sure he's not a kidnapper pretending to be a detective? Tell me his name and I'll run a background check on him." Hearing this, the detective froze. I could see from him that we had already caught him in the trap. "Sir, what is your name?" I ask and he hesitantly replies "Daniel Smith..." "Okay, thanks. Brother, his name is 'Daniel Smith'." I inform my brother who immediately runs a background check. "..get away from him" I put on the speaker so everyone in the store can hear it. "This so-called 'shop detective' has previously been proven guilty of murder, selling cocaine and taking some himself. He is also the former father of someone whom he abused both physically and psychologically." I smiled inside and started playing victim again "W-what...?!" And fled out of the store. Plan completed.
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Writer's school
General FictionThis is the stories I've written in writers school! There will be the Danish version (original) and the English version (translated)