Dangerous Minds

01

ELLA

"How much did you make?"

"Four hundred grand." I answer, This is becoming my normal life. It is not that I do not like it, even though it seems wrong to other people, it is right for me.
If your goal is to live, you will live; if your goal is to suffer, you will suffer, and if your goal is money, you will get money and money is what I choose.

"You went all this way to come up with four hundred grand, what are you? This is the smallest amount we've ever made in history."

As I sit across from my business partner, Olivia, in the dimly lit lounge, I can see the intensity in her eyes. She's utterly fixated on our mission, while I approach things with my usual caution and simplicity. Our objective is to target billionaires, gaining their trust by swooning them off their feet for two weeks before discreetly siphoning off their funds without their knowledge.

I glance around the room, ensuring we're not being overheard. The soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses provides a soothing background noise, but I remain vigilant. We can't afford to make mistakes.

Our focus is on stealing the money of billionaires by simply falling in love with them for a fortnight and then taking their money without their knowledge.

"Do you know how to unlock a safe?" I ask her.

"Ella, please, I do not have time for this. Just find some more money."

"It is simple for you to say, but precisely what are you hoping for? For someone like me to make this kind of money, two weeks is too short." I try to make sense.

Olivia takes a deep breath, finishing the last sip of her drink. We've chosen this clandestine meeting spot because we can't shake the feeling that we're being watched. I've taken precautions, donning a pair of glasses and dressing elegantly to blend in with the wealthy crowd. My red dress hugs my curves, and my sleekly styled black hair exudes confidence and sophistication. In contrast, Olivia's blonde hair cascades down her back like a golden waterfall, and her blue dress makes a bold statement. She's chosen not to conceal her face, a decision that makes me slightly uneasy.

We exclusively associate ourselves with high-rolling businessmen who own the largest companies and brands, because that's where the money flows abundantly - making this a perilously lucrative business.

"Well, if you say so, I will give you two more weeks. You need to go back to London and make up a lie so he will believe you."

With a stunned expression on my face, I ask her, "Are you crazy? I recently returned."

Olivia responds with a nonchalant shrug, which only makes me more incredulous.
"I made five million because that Arab man took me to Cape Town because he could not leave me alone after being invited to the billionaire party hosted by one of his biggest friends."

"Bitch, we are sharing that." She bursts into laughter at my reaction, and I can't help but feel a twinge of envy. She consistently out-earns me, and I often wonder why I don't possess her same level of success.

"But really, it is ridiculous; I can not go back to London." I say.

"You are indeed visiting London."She is adamant.

"That man is wealthy; Ella, you need to bring money, not candies." I roll my eyes at her, saying, "It is not possible to go back there; I left a mess, and he caught me as I was trying to get away. I mistakenly believed he had slept, but he nearly had my ass." I explain it to her, "didn't you drug him before doing so?"

"He did not ever drink."I explain.

"Fuck!"

she slams her hand on the table, the sound echoing through the air. I glance around the restaurant, my eyes scanning both directions to ensure we're not being watched or followed by any unwanted individuals.