Marvin looked to the left, then the right-- nervous, suspicious-- Was anyone looking at him? No. That's weird, thought Marvin. People are usually looking at me.
He shrugged it off, decided that there was no better time to take the purse than now, and that's just what he did. With his little legs, he ran as fast as they would permit him, until he was sure he had run far enough away from any potential witnesses.
He sauntered into work, smooth and calm in demeaner, but nervous as heck on the inside-- He was sure that everyone knew...Marvin was a theif. They could see it in his eyes, stiff and unblinking, in his walk, he never walked. He was usually running late; literally.
However, today he was especially late; embarrassingly late. It was now 8:30 and he usually started work around 8. Marvin continued to walk slowly in the direction of his office, hoping and praying that his boss would not magically appear from the dark corners of "devil-boss land" and Interrogate him on his wherabouts that morning, then spend an hour reeming him for it.
Finally reaching his destination, he entered his office, took a seat at his customized desk and chair, perfect for his height, and sunk into the soft, plush leather. He let out a long and deliberate sigh-- the little guy was tired. And rightfully so-- This morning had been nothing short of exausting, not to mention, pain-invoking.
Marvin pulled up his pant legs and observed the big, purple bruises forming on his knees. How had there been so many damn rocks and objects just lying around in the middle of busy Manhattan streets? And why was he seemingly the only person to trip over them?
But, remembering the purse, which was sitting nimbly in the middle of the floor, Marvin's self-pity quickly diminished, and a sinister glee replaced it. He walked over to the purse, growing more and more excited and curious with each step. He beemed over it for a minute or two before finally reaching over and picking up.
Back in his chair, Marvin studied the exterior for awhile. It was a very nice purse indeed-- Black and Gray canvas with a black leather handle and the initials D&G on a silver tab on the front.
"Dolce and Gabana?" Marvin asked aloud, "This woman must have LOTS of money inside."
Without further anticipation, his hands plunged inside the trendy bag, and out they came with a wallet; same design as the purse. How cute, he thought, it's just like me...mini. Marvin zipped open the wallet and immediately looked inside the cash compartment. His eyes widened with glee-- there in front of his face he held 10 crisp 100 dollar bills. There were a few 20's and 1's in the mix too, but he didn't concern himself with those diminutive sums. 1000 dollars! Man, this woman HAD to be rich. Who carried cash around like that? Most people used plastic for everything these days.
This thought led him to grow curious about the cards this annonymous woman possed. So, he looked inside the credit card pockets-- Visa, Mastercard, Bank Debit card-- they were all there and all very much screaming "LOADED!"
But as Marvin examined the rest of the contents of the wallet, something caught his eye. Something shiny sitting just behind the lady's I.D. card. He pulled the object out a little further, and nearly dropped everything right then and there-- A BADGE!
In nice bold letters on the front read the words: Laura H. Plackard, F.B.I. F.B.I! thought Marvin, I'm screwed if I keep this purse!
Back in his chair, Marvin studied the exterior for awhile. It was a very nice purse indeed-- Black and Gray canvas with a black leather handle and the initials D&G on a silver tab on the front.
"Dolce and Gabana?" Marvin asked aloud, "This woman must have LOTS of money inside."
Without further anticipation, his hands plunged inside the trendy bag, and out they came with a wallet; same design as the purse. How cute, he thought, it's just like me...mini. Marvin zipped open the wallet and immediately looked inside the cash compartment. His eyes widened with glee-- there in front of his face he held 10 crisp 100 dollar bills. There were a few 20's and 1's in the mix too, but he didn't concern himself with those diminutive sums. 1000 dollars! Man, this woman HAD to be rich. Who carried cash around like that? Most people used plastic for everything these days.
This thought led him to grow curious about the cards this annonymous woman possed. So, he looked inside the credit card pockets-- Visa, Mastercard, Bank Debit card-- they were all there and all very much screaming "LOADED!"
But as Marvin examined the rest of the contents of the wallet, something caught his eye. Something shiny sitting just behind the lady's I.D. card. He pulled the object out a little further, and nearly dropped everything right then and there-- A BADGE!
In nice bold letters on the front read the words: Laura H. Plackard, F.B.I. F.B.I! thought Marvin, I'm screwed if I keep this purse!
Just at that moment, Marvin's office door swung open abruptly, and there in the doorway loomed a tall, balding, and obviously upset middle-aged man...Mr. Briole'...Marvin's boss...
What happens next? Or rather...what do you want to happen next?
What happens next? Or rather...what do you want to happen next?
