what she would find had always been overcome by her knowledge of Robert's rage at her trespassing, so she'd felt okay with not pressing her luck. With each step she took Sophie felt her confidence shatter into smaller and smaller pieces.
The closer she came to his domain, the more she realized she wasn't in control.
"Come in." Robert ordered when Sophie reached the top step of the staircase. At first confused, Sophie noticed the camera positioned on the wall straight ahead of her.
"Seriously?" She muttered to herself, feeling irritated that Robert felt like he needed a security camera in his own house.
The door in front of Sophie loomed dangerously in front of her, but feeling pushed on by her need to prove herself, Sophie reached forward and turned the doorknob.
The only light in the room came from the hallway, as well as the various computer monitors positioned around the bedroom. Sophie's heart raced as she examined the shadowy space.
Slipping inside, Sophie hesitantly searched for a light-switch. The sound of a door creaking open nearly caused her to jump in fear and she held in her scream. So much for bravery, she thought, annoyed at herself. There was absolutely nothing to be scared of.
"Sorry." Robert commented from across the room. "I didn't think you'd arrive this soon." A stream of light filtered in from Robert's bathroom, illuminating him in the darkness.
Sophie caught her breath, glancing away hurriedly before he could notice her gawking at him.
Wearing only a towel, Robert exited his bathroom without the slightest hesitation. "Something wrong?" He asked, clapping his hands twice for the lights in his bedroom to click on. His wet golden hair was dripping down his back, and Sophie's traitorous eyes kept focusing on the outline of his muscles.
"Can you please put on some clothes?" She hissed, instantly feeling awkward standing by herself in his large room.
Robert glanced at his bare torso, frowning at her suggestion. "I enjoy not wearing clothes. I'm really attractive, don't you think?"
"That's not the point." Sophie shut his bedroom door behind her, feeling like she needed to distract herself with something. "It makes me uncomfortable."
"Because I'm so attractive?" Robert asked, laughing as he took a seat at the large desk that held three computer monitors.
"No, I think it has to do more with the fact that less than two hours ago you threatened to kill me. Seeing you like this almost made me forget."
"My body is that distracting?" He continued absentmindedly, typing something on his computer.
"Will you be serious?" Sophie crossed her arms, holding the gray case to her chest.
"Oh, I'm always serious." He mused, staring at the monitor. "Especially when it comes to my work." He pushed away from the computers, swiveling the chair around so that he was facing her. With one click of his mouse a video screen popped up on all three monitors.
Even though she was across the room, Sophie could clearly see the different videos that had begun to play. Silence filled the room as realization sunk in. The footage she was looking at was a video feed of a security camera. In each of the three settings Sophie could see herself walking down a street, entering a cab, and rolling away into the night. She could also distinctly see herself shoving a gun into her sweatshirt, as well as tossing the backpack into the cab.
The center monitor zoomed in on her face, reflecting the fear mixed with anxiety that she'd been feeling immediately after stealing the painting. Yes, she'd gotten away, but her terrified expression hadn't completely faded until midway through her cab-ride home. The image of her face frozen on the monitor was the very definition of guilt.
"In this business there are two ways to kill yourself." Robert commented. "One way is getting yourself killed literally by one of these..." He motioned to the gun that was in the video
The closer she came to his domain, the more she realized she wasn't in control.
"Come in." Robert ordered when Sophie reached the top step of the staircase. At first confused, Sophie noticed the camera positioned on the wall straight ahead of her.
"Seriously?" She muttered to herself, feeling irritated that Robert felt like he needed a security camera in his own house.
The door in front of Sophie loomed dangerously in front of her, but feeling pushed on by her need to prove herself, Sophie reached forward and turned the doorknob.
The only light in the room came from the hallway, as well as the various computer monitors positioned around the bedroom. Sophie's heart raced as she examined the shadowy space.
Slipping inside, Sophie hesitantly searched for a light-switch. The sound of a door creaking open nearly caused her to jump in fear and she held in her scream. So much for bravery, she thought, annoyed at herself. There was absolutely nothing to be scared of.
"Sorry." Robert commented from across the room. "I didn't think you'd arrive this soon." A stream of light filtered in from Robert's bathroom, illuminating him in the darkness.
Sophie caught her breath, glancing away hurriedly before he could notice her gawking at him.
Wearing only a towel, Robert exited his bathroom without the slightest hesitation. "Something wrong?" He asked, clapping his hands twice for the lights in his bedroom to click on. His wet golden hair was dripping down his back, and Sophie's traitorous eyes kept focusing on the outline of his muscles.
"Can you please put on some clothes?" She hissed, instantly feeling awkward standing by herself in his large room.
Robert glanced at his bare torso, frowning at her suggestion. "I enjoy not wearing clothes. I'm really attractive, don't you think?"
"That's not the point." Sophie shut his bedroom door behind her, feeling like she needed to distract herself with something. "It makes me uncomfortable."
"Because I'm so attractive?" Robert asked, laughing as he took a seat at the large desk that held three computer monitors.
"No, I think it has to do more with the fact that less than two hours ago you threatened to kill me. Seeing you like this almost made me forget."
"My body is that distracting?" He continued absentmindedly, typing something on his computer.
"Will you be serious?" Sophie crossed her arms, holding the gray case to her chest.
"Oh, I'm always serious." He mused, staring at the monitor. "Especially when it comes to my work." He pushed away from the computers, swiveling the chair around so that he was facing her. With one click of his mouse a video screen popped up on all three monitors.
Even though she was across the room, Sophie could clearly see the different videos that had begun to play. Silence filled the room as realization sunk in. The footage she was looking at was a video feed of a security camera. In each of the three settings Sophie could see herself walking down a street, entering a cab, and rolling away into the night. She could also distinctly see herself shoving a gun into her sweatshirt, as well as tossing the backpack into the cab.
The center monitor zoomed in on her face, reflecting the fear mixed with anxiety that she'd been feeling immediately after stealing the painting. Yes, she'd gotten away, but her terrified expression hadn't completely faded until midway through her cab-ride home. The image of her face frozen on the monitor was the very definition of guilt.
"In this business there are two ways to kill yourself." Robert commented. "One way is getting yourself killed literally by one of these..." He motioned to the gun that was in the video
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