After a seven year stint for Identity Theft crimes, Marina had just entered the Tiffany's on Rodeo Drive. Having given her parole officer the slip, she waged her freedom once again after her 2,500 day confinement. She cleaned up well, and had garnished herself in an array of costume jewelry to acclimate herself.
A commission driven saleswoman named Silvanna, arrived and laid a black velvet pouch of approximately ten five-carat loose diamonds all of which were VVS graded and flawless in color. Marina asked kindly in a made up foreign accent, “Darling, do mind attaching this one to the clasp so I may evaluate it in this direct sunlight.”
Silvanna quickly responded, “Certainly, be my guest” as she handed the $75,000 flawless brilliant gem over in a gingerly manner.
All thumbs, Marina strategically dropped the clasp as the diamond escaped from the clip, onto the glass case, and slow-motion to the floor. Silvanna squatted quickly to retrieve the stone, but Marina was quicker and instantly unfurled her pinky finger to release a concealed 5 carat zircon into the pouch as she surreptitiously snagged its replacement before Silvanna had even stood up straight to a salacious round of apologies.
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For all you "Would Be" Jewelry thieves, the successful rate of this devious act is higher than you would imagine. In the name of Poetry and due to the ongoing Writer's Strike, I felt compelled to conduct, I mean research, this process a few times, okay, 6 times in order to accurately depict this mere 200 words of "Fictional" entertainment. Lol... But honestly, you should see my wife's earrings!