>>6047718>Mention Annabel Invitation, flaunt premiere black credit card, hurry and take leave by car etc.Your speech is incredibly persuasive. Even the aged actress Melinda in her bygone wilder, younger cinematic heyday would have struggled to match your incredible impromptu improvisational justification for your brazen car stealing. Melinda appears almost convinced...
-Why, yes, I do believe my Concierge mentioned something... some text message the other night from Annabel about receiving a guest... yes, but - (Melinda's brow furrows momentarily in recollection)...
And before Melinda can react, you have slid into the tight and low, almost coffin like compartment of the bright orange supercar, snatched at the keys on the seat, pressed the big bright red ignition button. A chime greets you from the car startup, the press of inertia and grip of carbon ceramics, the rip-roar of the naturally aspirated engine...
There is just one slight flaw in your clever plan. Of course, all the luxury cars in this underground garage at Mirage House belong only to her, she owns all of them - as a sudden realisation begins to dawn upon Melinda's enraged features:
-You... what- Security! Security! He's stealing my car! (Melinda appears to be swiping frantically at some security alert button on her phone...)
