How to Rob a Billionaire

Doris Elizabeth Corday

The interrogation room was colder than I expected. Though my cocktail dress had long sleeves, the rest of me that wasn't covered by the sheer white fabric tingled with goosebumps.

Not to mention how uncomfortable my wrists were. I had only been handcuffed once before and I still hated the way it left red imprints. I glanced up at the camera in the corner, its unblinking eye staring down at me.

God, I'm in trouble.

After King so confidently claimed to be on my side and help me steal these cards for Mr. Illion, he betrayed me in less than a minute. I still saw his smug face whenever my knuckles itched.

He just stood there, grinning like the bastard he was as they hauled me away.

The choker's weight grew more and more pressing as time ticked by. A bead of sweat dripped down the side of my face whenever I thought about Mr. Illion hovering his finger over his phone. He really could have my head any moment now. Better that than risk me spilling the beans to the police after all.

In fact, why was my head still intact?

The door swung open, and a tall imposing woman strode in. Her uniform was immaculate, the dark blue fabric pressed to perfection, and her gaze was as sharp as the crease in her pants. She had a presence that filled the room instantly, as if she'd brought the entire precinct's authority with her.

"You must be Doris," she said, her tone calm yet authoritative.

I visibly cringed at my first name.

"Elizabeth will be better," I insisted.

She took the steel chair across from me and sat down, folding her hands on the table. I instantly made note of the scars running across her dark knuckles.

I got the feeling she wasn't your average cop.

The fluorescent lights above reflected off her badge, the name 'Officer Lynn' engraved below the gold shield.

"Officer Lynn, right?" I asked, trying to hide the nerves buzzing under my skin.

"That's right," she replied, a faint smile tugging at one corner of her full lips. "I'm sure you know why you're here."

Her eyes didn't leave mine, like she was daring me to try lying.

Something told me this woman could spot a lie from a mile away. Although I was quite the brilliant liar, I wasn't sure testing my luck tonight would be the best idea.

I shrugged, hoping to play it cool.

"Enlighten me."

She leaned back, crossing her arms as she studied me.

"You were seen with Rob B. Illion yesterday. And not for the first time. We both know he's a dangerous man, and my guess is you're no stranger to his business dealings."

Her words hung in the air, heavy and accusing.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

This does not look good for me.

I would've preferred getting framed for dealing drugs. Did King tell the police about my contract with Mr. Illion? What was going on here?

Forcing a smirk, I tried to appear casual.

"Mr. Illion's just my boss. And last I checked, having a job is not a crime."

"Is that what he calls it?" Lynn tilted her head, dark brown eyes studying me. "And what exactly does this job entail?"

I shifted in my seat.