Staring at the card in hand, the blood began to drain from his face.
"The vaults secure sir."
His anger began to roll off him in waves. "Really," he said as he paced around the room looking for his box in particular. "Than how come I'm standing in the middle of it undetected". His voice rose with every word. There were thousands of tiny diamonds sprawled around the room amongst all the security boxes which were now ripped down from the wall. Whoever stole the jewels would walk away with an unfathomed amount of wealth. He knew who it was, and he knew she would walk away scott free. His body began to tremble with rage and his mind raced as others began to file into the room, yet the world became silent around him. All he could focus on were the words in front of him, scrawled on the white card. Come and find me. That's all it read, yet the blood red lipstick taunted him. She knew how to hit, and she hit him hard.