The Deal

7

Amy's pov

I went up the steps to my room, Mark was not kidding when he said that he went on a spree. He got me new clothes, shoes, hats, make-up, jewelry and a cute little bag.

"Dang! He knows how to spoil." I smiled as I went through the clothes.

There was nothing there that I hated, I can see myself in all of this stuff. I put on a faded 80's band shirt with some black and white leggings. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail then rushed down to the warehouse.

"Hey." I said to Mark as I walked in.

"You were not kidding when you said that we can make a killing with these." He had a tablet in his hand, looking up how much money we will get for selling these.

"Duh, even though she is a bitch, her work sells." I hopped up on an old trunk that he had here.

"Careful with that, that is worth a lot of money." He didn't look up from the tablet.

"You should put a pillow on it, it is not the most comfiest thing I have sat on." I wiggled around on it.

He shook his head but kept looking up the prices.

"Where do you want yours?" He asked as he walked up to it.

"My room, that bitch is not getting this again." I got off the trunk and walked over to him.

"How long did it take you to make this?" He looked up and down the cavans.

"A long ass time. That thing is taller than four of me, but it was so much fun painting."

"I did look up the amount. If Maca is close, sell this. You will have enough money to go to an island in the middle of the ocean and live forever."

"I know how much it is worth, plus I would sell it just to steal it again." I smirked. "Which I have."

"If anyone says that they haven't done that, then they are lying." He looked over at me, smiling.

"So, who do you have lined up to buy all of these? She should be walking into the warehouse soon to see that all of her shit is gone."

"I have a few people lined up. But this one here, I have a lot of people who want it." He walked over to a figure of a little girl. She stood up to my waist and had a dress on. Her hair is in pink-tails.

"Really?"

"She is the last part of a puzzle, three of the buyers are missing two parts of it, her being one of them. But there is one person who only needs this one."

"Who?"

"Maca."

"Figures, and I know you have to work with him so it doesn't look like I am here."

"Yeah. Oh, your funeral is in a few days."

"Are you going to go?"

"Yeah, I want to see who all will show up."

"Let me know."

"Will do, now I plan on splitting the money we get for these, since you did the work of stealing how about we do 70/30? You deserve more than me, all I am doing is selling them."

"Sure! I just need a bank account where they will not get suspicious of someone putting money in an account."

"I know a guy who owns me, I will get in contact with him and make him keep his mouth shut."

"Thanks."

"It is late, why don't you go to bed and I will work on selling these."

"I have so much energy right now, there is no way in hell that I will be able to go to sleep."