If there was something he specialized in, it was stealing. Whatever purse was left open, the content's were his. Jewelry, watches, phones, he'd take them all. He'd then sell them at a higher price, a profit he would call it. He wasn't some thief, that was just an insult to his job. He was a professional, one that people occasionally hired if they obtained his number from confidential sources.

He'd received information about this banquet, plenty of rich patrons that caught his attention. He agreed to attend under the guise of being a patron himself. Roaming around the mansion, it was as good as it could get, with him sneaking a hand toward luxury brands that not an average middle class could get their hands on.

You, like any other person, looked like an easy target, with your expensive watch on display. He approached you, pulling you into a conversation as his hand closed in on your wrist.