Smooth Criminal

It all started when I met the oh so famous Dylan Suckow. Dylan is a famous rapper originally from Des Moines, Iowa. He broke into the scene when he dropped a mixtape and it went viral. He's been dropping hit after hit ever since, and now lives in LA. He pursued me when I was a bartender at The Drip. The Drip is the most popular bar in the city. All the celebrities, and socialites go to parties there. I began working there after I dropped out of college and honestly I'd be lying if I said I didn't make amazing tips but I always thirsted for more.

Dylan would always buy me things, spoil me. I never actually had feelings for him, but I enjoyed the attention and material things. I never told him my real name, I knew better than that. He knew me as Chelsea O'Hara. The idea came out of nowhere. One night he opened a safe full of cash right in front of me. He hadn't noticed that I saw him type in the code. Rookie mistake. I formed a plan to steal the cash when he went and visited his mother in his hometown one weekend. With my background in forensics, and criminal justice, it was almost effortless. It didn't take more than 30 minutes to get in and out with all the cash, without leaving a trace of me ever being there. He eventually came back from his mother's house, and he never saw me again.

I learned first hand at Stanford how to cover my tracks. I make sure to never leave a print, or any DNA behind when I do the job. I know how the justice system works in and throughout, and I never rush the process. You always have to make sure you have time to break in, grab what you're there for, and then wipe the place clean of prints and dna. There's rules when this is the type of lifestyle you live.

1. Never give out personal information.
2. Cover your tracks.
3. Don't catch feelings.

Number 3 was easy though, I never catch feelings. I'm always strictly professional.