The Gangster's Girl

The Plan

Frustrated I stood up and turned around. Looking out the window-wall that was built into the room. Staring at the beautiful peacefull scene before me. I quickly turned around and threw all the papers on my desk onto the floor with one sweep of my arm.

Knock Knock Knock. I huffed, mad at myself.

"Come in." I said sternley. Tobby entered in and immediatlely bowed.

"Miss Mobsta I heard a ruckus and thought I should check up on you. I am pleased to know that you are all right." Tobby explained.

"Thank you, Tobby. But I am perfectly fine. I just found out some disturbing news."

"Miss Mobsta, if I may know what it is that is making you so upset, I could try to assist you." I looked up at him as I was leaning over my desk, my hands on the surface and my face angeling down ward.

"Well you could be put in jail if I told you. Maybe even killed."

"Miss Mobsta, with all due respect, I've worked with your father for years up until his resent passing. He's told me tons of things that have gotten me in sticky situations and some that almost caused me my death. You are still very young, I am sure whatever you are planning isn't as bad as I've experienced and I may be able to help more than you think." He said knowingly. So I replied,

"Well I just found that in order to keep my new gang I need money. All my new gangs recieve two million dollars, as you know and I'm low on money to give. So right now my only option is to get a loan from him." I hissed his name in disgust.. Past memories flashingthrough my head.

"Well, back in the day your out-going father would have thought of a more creative idea to get the money. In other words illegally." I thought of what he said. Robbing. Jumping up I grabbed some papers from the ground and started scribbling things on it. The man was a genious.

"Tobby I need you to get me blue prints on the local bank by the end of the day. Call my main girls. I need them for this plan. Oh and uh, thanks Tobby." I said quickly, still scribbling.

"Ove course, Miss Mobsta." With that, leaving the room. I called up Kevin and Leo. I managed to get my contacts to watch them for a while and get more information, includin their cell numbers.

"Hello?" Kevin answered.

"Hey Kevin I need your help on something, bring Leo. Come to this address in ten minutes." I gave them my address.

"Wait, who is this? And how did you get this number?"

"This is your new boss, and I expect you here in, now," I checked my watch, "nine minutes and thirty seconds. Hurry up, I don't like to be disapointed. You wouldn't want to make a bad impression now would you?" I hung up.

Walking over to the bookcases on the walls I looked into the glass checking my reflection. I wore skiny jeans with a green tank top. My hair was flowy and some-what messy. My converse squeaking slightly as I left the room. Back in the living room I went through the dinning room into the kitchen after passing the double doors. I looked around for Jeff.

"Yoe Jeffy!" I shouted.

"Hey Mobstar! Back here!" he shouted from inside the supply closet. His dirty blonde head poking out the door.

"Hey Jeff mind making some snacks, I'm having company over and I think they're gonna be here a while."

"No problemo, Miss Mobstar. Anything else for my favorite person in the world?" Jeff was my adorable boyish cheff. I know, Jeff the Chef, super wierd, but he's a sweet guy. Other than the fact that I pay him well, he actually always flirts with me. He was young, but to old for my liking.