Jet Black Heart (Larry Stylinson)

Won't give up

A/N: Anyone recognizes this song?

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Anne stepped out of the clean hallway of the bank onto the deserted staff's parking space behind the building. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest and the black Adidas sports bag in her left hand felt like it weighted ten tons.

She was really nervous. She had just stolen 9.5 Million pounds from the bank she worked in and with that she had not only committed robbery, she had also broken her contract which would inevitably lead to an even heavier punishment if it all came out.

Which it would. Anne was not stupid. Of course it would all come out in the end. Not only would the bank staff notice 9.5 Million missing, but Anne was also an incredibly bad liar.

But it did not matter. She needed to get her daughter out of this mess before something could happen to her. It was her duty as a mother to protect her from all evil of this world. She also loved Gemma too much to let something happen to her. Well, something worse than getting kidnapped by a profit orientated, human rights violating gang.

She had to get her out.

Trying not to look suspicious, she crossed the parking lot. At the last row of cars she spotted a colleague of hers leaned against a black Lamborghini, smoking. Mr. Alias, Anne remembered. He was definitely in the higher ranks of the company.

Don't act suspicious, Anne told herself, trying to send him a smile, bypassing, but she was aware that it must have looked strained.

Anne internally panicked when Mr. Alias pushed himself off of the car and started walking over to her. She contemplated if she could just make a run for it but she figured that would only make her look more suspicious.

So she stayed put and waited for the man to reach her. He gave her a reassuring smile when he did. "Good afternoon, Mrs Styles. How are you today?"

"Fine." She said, way too high pitched. "I mean, I'm good. How about you, Mr Alias?"

"I'm fine too, thank you. Now, what are your plans?"

If Alias had not given a pointed look at the bag in Anne's right hand she could have thought he was hitting on her. But she knew better. So much for not acting suspicious, she thought, panicking. "Going home." She answered curtly.

Mr Alias nodded. "Now, I really don't want to accuse you of anything, Mrs Styles." Anne panicked. She could already hear the 'But'. "You're a quite pleasant staff member, but," Oh, there it was, Anne thought. "I need to know what's in your bag." He pointed at the Adidas bag in her left hand.

Anne swallowed and she prayed that Mr Alias did not hear her voice shake when she awkwardly stated, "You know, the usual stuff."

Mr Alias squinted at her, making her shift her weight nervously, "Isn't your usual stuff in your usual bag?" He asked, pointing at her red, small handbag on her right shoulder. Anne glanced at it, then laughed awkwardly.

"Haha, yeah. Oops." She said. "I mean, umm..." She tried thinking of an excuse. What else could be in the bag? But all her brain was providing her with was a picture of the many packs of bills that she had piled into the bag.

Mr Alias seemed to loose his patience because when he spoke up next, his face was much less pleasant. "Mrs Styles, like I said, I don't want to accuse you of anything, but as the head manager of the transaction office I am authorized to look more closely at suspicious staff members. So I demand access to your bag."

Anne took a step back. "No!", She exclaimed stupidly, making Mr Alias furrow his eyebrows. He stepped foreward, going to grab the bag forcefully out of Anne's hand, but she took another step backwards, shaking her head.