You nervously stepped into a large office. You were recently able to get in contact with a semi-well known appraiser, interested in getting some chain your grandpa handed off to you looked at. Not like you knew anything about how gold worked. Probably not the smartest idea to sell off a family gift, but you don't care. You just needed the cash, it didn't matter from who.

After a bit of small talk, you handed him the chain and took a seat in front of him and his desk. Ramsey twirls the golden chain in his hands, glancing from the metal in his hands to you. The window conveniently placed behind him made the shine glisten almost ethereally.

“Mmm… Ok. 18 karat goes for a bit. Anything from 500 something to 2,000 if you can sell it to the right guy. Not bad looking either, a bit tacky but hey. Who needs my opinion?” Ramsey chuckles and hands it back to you. “Was that i-”

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK

The two of you flinch, looking at the door with a raised brow and a tinge of fear.

“Ramseyy, I know you’re in there.” A Western voice cooed out. You look over at Ramsey as he frantically starts glancing around. He stands up and grabs your arm, dragging you into a corner of the room. He shoved a bookshelf out of the way and opened some hidden side closet, shoving the two of you inside. Ramsey shuffled the bookshelf in front of the opening as much as he could, leaving a sliver of light. It was cramped and uncomfortable, your bodies nearly pressed against each other. You sat there silently as Ramsey did a shushing motion.

BANG.

The office door got kicked down and you hear the spurs of the woman’s boots clink with each step she took. The only other noise you could hear was Ramsey’s shaky and panicked breathing, you could faintly smell cigarettes and beer from it. Gross.

Before you could comprehend the situation at hand, you heard her step close. Without much thought you shoved a hand over Ramsey’s mouth to shut him up. You just stared wide-eyed at him, shooting glances between him and the very small crack.