it all started with a Heist

Chapter 10

"ALEXANDER HUNTER!" I yelled at Eric. "You fucking sold the painting to Alexander Hunter!"

I just knew that my brother sold the freaking painting to one of the most dangerous men on the black market and obviously, I wasn't okay with it.

"Well," He started to say. "He was the one willing to pay more."

"Oh really, you weren't satisfied with four freaking millions?" I asked, waving my hands in frustration.

"It's not only like that, Sherry," Eric sighed.

"Enlighten me, please," I said angrily, crossing my arms.

"With the FBI being so close, I needed someone who I knew they wouldn't find," Eric said.

"And Hunter was your only option?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, then I sighed and my expressions softened "Eric, he's dangerous and we aren't used to working with such kind of people."

"Don't worry, Em," Eric said warmly. "He doesn't know who I am."

I raised my eyebrow in confusion.

"I contacted him through a middleman who I contacted through encrypted and untraceable devices," Eric said and I let out a breath of relief. "Even that man doesn't know my real identity."

"That was a dangerous move, Eric." I sighed.

"I know," He said. "But with the presence of your Mr. FBI agent, I couldn't sell it to anyone who can be easily found."

God, this thing was going to so many different paths. I just wanted to stop, life wasn't fair.

"So, What now?" I asked him.

"Nothing changed, Em," Eric started. "I just told you because I didn't want to keep this from you."

"I have a bad feeling about this, Eric," I said in a serious tone.

"It's going to be okay," Eric said, trying to reassure me.

I sighed and put my head in my hands, I just wanted to clear my thoughts and have a moment of quietness, but then, my laptop made a sound informing me that I had received an email. I huffed as I started checking the email I just received, I opened my unread emails and my eyes widened when I found out who the sender was.

It was an email from the New York museum of modern art. I sent them my CV a while ago when I was thinking about having a normal life, I had no hope that I would hear from them or that they would even bother checking my CV. It wasn't like my CV was worthless, I had a master's degree in art history, and I could speak three different languages in addition to English 'Perks of traveling the globe', but this was the museum of modern art for crying out loud.

I hesitated a little before opening the email. I read through it and my eyes widened again, they were informing me that my CV had impressed them and that I had a job interview for a free art history instructor job. In two days!!

"What? You look pale." Eric asked in concern as he came and sat next to me.

"I just received an email from the museum of modern art," I said, still not taking my eye off the email.

Eric grabbed the laptop from my hands and read through the email. "This is great, Em. It's an amazing opportunity for you."

"But with everything happening, I don't know if it's a good idea," I said, hesitatingly.

"It is." Eric started. "This is a great chance for you. You have to take it, it might not come again."

I sighed, I truly didn't know what to do anymore.