Hello everyone! This idea has been rattling around in my head for so long and I thought I might publish it and see how it goes and what kind of feedback I get, I've written a second chapter already so if I get enough positive feedback and people would be interested to read I would love to publish more in the middle of my other story (SFX)
Hope you all enjoy! Xxx

Just a little bit to the left and….

Ah, got it.

The dial on the safe clicked. Swinging it open I was faced with gold bullions. I have been after this for months. Getting close to my target. The moment was finally here.

But I needed to be quick. I could hear the laughter of our guests outside, glasses clinking alerted me of the closing of the speech.

The heavy bullions clanked together as I chucked them into a duffle bag.

I glanced at my watch, 5 minutes. I needed to get downstairs now. I carefully closed the painting door over the safe and removed my gloves.

I needed to be quiet in order to get this done, I didn't need anyone knowing of my plan.

Fuck this duffle is heavy. My arm strained at the weight. But I couldn't focus on that at the moment.

I had been waiting months for a window, just a small window of time to pull this off. It was last month when he told me that he wanted to get the downstairs study remodeled.

Tonight was the night. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked down the corridor towards the front door. Caterers lingered. 4 of them in a small group gossiping.

"Ah fuck" I muttered to myself, they didn't look like they were moving anytime soon.

I dropped the duffle bag and slid it under a glass cabinet next to the stairs, effectively hiding it to any passerby's.

Taking a deep breath and squaring my shoulders, I clacked my heals loudly on the marble floor so the 4 would hear and made my way towards them.

"What, do you think im paying you to stand there and gossip about your private lives? I have a quarter ounce of caviar that is supposed to be making its way to our guests right now. Where is it?" I all but yelled at them, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

A brave one spoke up, "So sorry Miss Burke, it won't happen again" The 4 of the scurried away and soon the corridor was empty. Perfect.

I spun back around to retrieve my bag but slammed into a hard chest. Strong hands incased my forearms and held me upright.

I looked up and found myself face to face with Peter.

"Claire Darling, I've been looking all over for you, are you alright?" He said brushing a stray hair from my face.

I stepped back and peered over his shoulder at the duffle. Still there.

I looked back at Peter. Hmm still there. I had no idea how I was going to get out of this one.

"Im fine, thank you. I was just checking on the caterers, making sure they were doing what their being paid for"

I couldn't help but keep glancing behind him to the duffle. I needed to get out of here.

He seemed pleased with my answer though. "I feel I haven't seen you all night, I haven't even gotten to tell you how stunning you look, Claire you're a vision" He stepped back and looked over my body.

"Thank you Peter, You're looking just as dapper, you'll have to thank the tailor; the suit is cut to precision" I was starting to sweat, I was so close to going through with this, I didn't need any unexpected interruptions. As if on cue there was a loud crash that came from the kitchen.

"I better go and check that out, I'll see you tonight. Ill fetch us a bottle of champagne when the party is over and bring it up to bed" He left a kiss on my forehead and winked as he turned and left me alone in the hallway.

I looked down at my watch. 1 minute. Fuck.

I hurried down the corridor and fished the bag out from under the cabinet. The front door was only meters away but it felt like an unending hallway, the ones in your dreams that got further away the more you walked towards it.

Flinging the door open I quickly caught sight of the Painters truck. The workers who were painting the study were loading all the equipment onto their van. Yes, just in time.

The workers were making their way over to the front door to collect their tool bags. From the small pile of bags, a grey duffle with a white name tag stood out, the name on the tag read "Rosalie".

I quickly swapped out the two duffle bags and carried my new one, filled with tools towards the garage. From behind me I heard the workers walking back to their van to load up. Got there just in time. I retrieved a set of car keys from bag before swinging the duffle over a large bush to discard it. Someone won't be finding that one for a while.

The garage door opened with just a touch of a button. I didn't take my sweet time in hoping in my car and making my escape. The car roared the life and rolled out of the garage towards the front gate, I couldn't help but look at the home I spent the last few months living in. Large arched windows, Sandstone exterior. The home was stunning, the inside was even better. But in all honesty, I couldn't wait to get out of there.

I waited until I was on the road to make my phone call. "This is Alice" She answered.

"It's done, the package is on its way to the drop"

"Yes! I knew you could do it!" She squealed, I could almost see her smile through the phone.

"I'll be back at the apartment soon, I couldn't wait to get this finished" I admitted.

"You did good Bella, It was a long con, but you did it. I'll see you when you get here"

The line cut out and I pulled the dodgy untraceable phone from my ear and chucked it out the window. I kept my gaze on it in my revision mirror, a passing truck crushed it to pieces.

Finally, I get to go home.