Morgan leaned back. The chair creaked. “Aubree. Pretty name. You know why you’re here?”
“Here’s how this works,” he said, his voice low. “You give me the merchandise. I write a trespass notice. You leave, and you never come back. No police. No record. Or… I call the cops. They search you. They search your bag. They find the $1,200 scarf, and you spend the night in a holding cell while your student loan debt accrues interest. Your choice.” Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice
“Why?” Aubree’s voice was soft, almost a whisper. Morgan leaned back
She wasn’t looking at the $300 foundation. She was looking at the mirrors. Specifically, the convex security mirrors in the corners. ” he said