"Why do you have to lock me up in your boutique? I've already stated that I did not steal the jewelry, so what's the big deal?" I inquired, this time I'm not keeping my cool, but rather shouting like hell.
"This is part of our job, so please allow us to..."
"Allow you to do what, please? Are you saying I should let you call the cops on me?" I inquire, my brows slightly arched, because these security guards are really getting on my nerves.
I'm surprised because I have no idea how the diamond earring got into my bag in the first place.
I'm not a fan of earrings, and I've been wearing only one type for over a year, so there's no way I'll steal what I don't like.
"Miss. Please stop making a fuss and follow us." One of the security guards declares.
