Yesterday, Priscilla had been a maid. Today, an international art thief. She passed the painting to her employer.
“Darling girl! Wonderful job. Oh, he’s sweating now, isn’t he?”
“He reported the theft to interpol! What the hell are we supposed to do?”
The older woman grinned and pulled a letter opener out of the desk. Priscilla inhaled sharply in shock when Danielle slit open the painting.
“Are you crazy? Do you know what I did to steal that?!”
“To answer your question: the painting is a fake. The important part is hidden inside.”
She held up a paper.
“My prenup!”
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and then Add to home screen.