"You're late" her father snapped as he spotter her walking through the bank doors.
"I'm sorry, I got distracted. It's only a minute, it's my fault."
"I don't care how late you are, it's still late. Do you even value this job?" He followed her to her desk, looming over her as she removed her coat.
She went to take her seat but he stepped in front of her, blocking her from access to her desk.
"Well?" he tapped his foot in comical impatience as he awaited her answer.
"Yes of course, you know how much I value everything you do for me."
"I'm not sure I do, not with you showing up at any hour of the day. You think life is so carefree, don't you, that you can do whatever you want."
She swallowed hard, not having expected to take so much heat before she even started work.
"No I-"
"I hope for your sake you smarten up one day, I'm not going to be able to hold your hand through life forever."
"No of course not, I'm sorry fa-"
"Mr. Williams," he interrupted "and you'll be early from now on, understood?"
"Yes Mr. Williams."

He moved aside, allowing her access to her seat. She sighed as he finally left, walking into his office at the back of the room, she followed him with her eyes until she was sure he was gone. Letting out an audible sigh she sunk down into her seat, there were tears in her eyes not out of sadness but simply stress. She wasn't sure how much longer she could handle the ticking time bomb of her father, she never knew when he would blow up at her, only that it was coming. Not a minute of the day did she feel safe from his wrath, it was always there. Like a pot on the back burner, it was only a matter of time before it was forgotten about and boils over. Pushing those thoughts aside she prepared herself for yet another mentally trying and tedious day.

"Sir I'm sorry, you're going to have to speak to someone in another department in regards to your inquiry." She spoke calmly, despite the man having been screaming at her for what seemed like ages. For some reason he couldn't grasp the idea that she couldn't provide him with a loan, that he needed to approach someone else.
"Why the hell should I have to go somewhere else?! This is a bank isn't it, you should all know how to give out loans." He was red faced, his voice rising an additional octave with every word.
"Sir I understand how you feel inconvenienced but I deal with accounts and services, I'm not authorized to distribute large sums of money like that. You'll have to speak to one of the gentleman in-"
"Fuck this, you stupid bitch. You just lost my service, you understand?!" He turned and stormed out of the building, his outburst catching the attention of her surrounding coworkers.
'Someone kill me' she thought, her melancholy becoming overwhelming as the day progressed.

The sound of doors opening caught her attention; looking up she felt relief as it wasn't the man she had been accosted by, returning for vengeance or something of the like. Instead it was three men, all finely dressed. They wore hats; the brims pulled down low, obscuring their eyes. Their dark top coats covered with suits, all very similar in style but varying in color. She could see one of the men clearer than the rest, something about him drew her eyes to focus on him instead of the others. He had a certain air of authority that the rest did not possess. He was in charge, and the world would know it.

It wasn't much of a shock to her when they opened their jackets, pulling out their guns.
"Everybody on the floor, now!" One of the men shouted, he fired his gun up at the ceiling in a warning shot.
A few of her female co-workers screamed, throwing themselves to the floor. She was surprised to find that she wasn't afraid, in fact she continued to watch as she gradually moved out from behind her station and lowered herself onto the ground. With a quick glance up she recognized a familiar face; above her, gun hand, stood John Dillinger.
The other two men scurried around the bank, guns wielded to one of the tellers she listened to them order the man to give them all the money they could.
John's hard soled shoes clacked across the marbled flooring as he headed straight for her father, she hasn't seen him leave his office but she had an idea it was related to her obnoxious customer from earlier. 'Can't hide now Old Man.' She felt malice in her heart at the thought.
Dillinger reached out, grabbing Mr. Williams by the caller and calmly leading him to the safe with a gun pressed firmly against his temple. Without argument he opened the safe, he turned eyes begging for release only to be met with a sharp blow to the face from the butt of John's gun. A sadistic smile crept over her face as she heard her father's limp body hit the floor.

John called one over his men over, leaving the other to crowd control the two remaining began to load up the cash. Ensuring the other man was fine John left him to finish up and assumed crowd control while the other two hauled the bags to the front of the bank.
Not allowing herself time to think, she slowly rose to her feet. One of the men near the front cried out in alarm, causing John to turn and face her. His gun pointing in her direction.

"Get on the ground." He didn't yell, it was strange how calm his command was.
"I'd rather not." She was defiant, her heart thumping in her chest as she held her ground.
"Excuse me?" One of the men from the front exclaimed, John diffused the situation quickly however.
"I'll deal with her, you two load up the car."
They didn't question him, instead they turned back to the task at hand and started throwing bags into a vehicle now pulled up outside the bank.
"You need to get on the floor doll, it would be real nice if we could finish this up without any casualties."
"That man you knocked out," she gestured to the unconscious Mr. Williams "that man is my father."
"Well I'm sorry sweetheart but I don't have time for your familial concerns. He'll wake up soon enough."
"That's a shame, here I was hoping you killed him."
One of the other men poked his head in "Johnny c'mon you're wasting time, just shoot the broad!"
"In a second!" he snapped, turning to her he asked "you don't like your old man?"
"Not in the slightest, however what I do like are all the pretty things he keeps locked away in his home."
Dillinger smiled, "what's in this for you?"
"Freedom."
"Johnny c'mon!"
"I'm comin'!" he moved towards her, lowering his gun. "What's your name doll face?"
"Emma. Emma Williams."
"Well Ms. Williams, how about you come with us."
"Deal."