Mr.Trillionaire and Miss Runaway Convict

Chapter One

Saira SwitzJefferson:

I close my eyes, rest my head against the easy chair and think.

Think, Saira.
Think.
Which place should I go next?

My mind goes to the most exquisite places that I have visited in the twenty-two years of my riotous life.

Italy, Dubai, America,
England....which one did I miss?

I am shaken out of my growing reverie by a sharp knock on the door on my right, it's the kind of knock that lets you know if you do not open the door right away, the knocking will only grow incessantly louder.

My lips quirk upwards as I angle my head at the three doors in front of me.

The one in the middle is a path from my office to my restroom.
The one on the left is the route from my office to the other compartments: My gang member's chill-out place and workshop.

The one on the right is my escape route and tunnel.

Call me selfish but anything can happen,  anytime.

The police as always are chasing after me, a well-known fact that I am sincerely smug about, and the oh-so cunning FBI is searching and trying to track S.S.S.'s whereabouts, our gang name.

So that door is for a quick departure or escape, whichever comes first. If I ever need to bolt, I use that door and leave the whole place to explode, which means I let a bomb go loose so there won't be any sign, not even a whiff that top notched criminals and conmen used to sit their asses here and lounge all day to their heart's content, reminiscing about all the missions that led to filthy rich men getting nabbed while their pockets, our pockets filled with cash and gold.

No one knows about that door except my best friend since birth, my wanted partner in crime and my glorious sister in arms, Zoe McDazzle.

As expected before I say anything, she barges in and demands hastily,

'Why do you take so much time to open a damn door?, ' she shakes her head, a bit irked and continues, 'Anyway listen, I need to alert the brains of our gang so tell me which place should we rob first?'

'That's what I can't get my mind on. Where next?'

She listens, her head angled at me, her gorgeous brown waves falling smoothly to one side and a devilish grin lighting up her face as she says thoughtfully,

'Well it was always both of our dreams when we were kids to go to the most romantic country in the world to sightsee, remember? '

A smile creeps in on my own face and I recall,'Yeah.'

'How about we go there, then?', Zoe suggests, her eyes glinting with anticipation.

I nod, drumming my fingers on the desk,

'Yep.We wanted to just see their top attractions when we were kids and now we are gonna rob them.'

We both share a laugh and I tell her, 'Go sis. Go and tell the brains.
We are going to France.'

She smiles, sketching a prim bow and says,' Whatever you want, Miss S.S.J.'

And then, Zoe heads out after flashing a brief salute, ready to alert the brains.

I spin my flexible easy chair so that now I am facing the sky view.

New York Skyscrapers.

I smirk.

The FBI,CIA are such fools, they look and track at places and find stars, but forget to look way up and find the moon.

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