the con artist

20th March 2016 The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York CityThe person who said that diamonds are girl's best friends,he was absolutely right. Yes, all girls have different choice. A few like heavy jewellery while most of us prefer light but decent jewellery. Diamond and love are two things, the more you get, the more you want. I came to this museum to see my darling.The Met has all kinds of jewelry on display- from ancient Roman cameos, to this Art Nouveau necklace designed by Louis Comfort Tiffany (the son of the founder of the legendary brand) in 1904. And i am here for that necklace. It is marvellous. It feels like it has a spell which is attracting you towards it. This spell is compelling you to take it out and wear it. A diamond's true place is a women's body not these dummies or a museum.                I am not that thief who will wait till 5'o clock for closing time. I am not a thief. I am a con artist. I steal in a way that others feel delighted. Ms.Jones , Mr. Albert is looking for you. A staff member came to me. I adjusted my glasses and gave him my heart-warming smile. I came here as a billionaire spoiled daughter who has nothing else to do except going at auctions. There is an auction after 3 weeks and i am here for details. Mr. Albert's office was small but comfortable. I put down my glasses on table and my bag on floor and he started telling me about artifacts present in museum. I paid my all attention. After a few minutes, Mr Albert eyes got wide, i exactly knew what he was looking at but i turned and then screamed with all my voice. There was a big black rat on the cupboard behind me. Mr. Albert tried to calm me down but i played the role of spoiled rich girl who has never seen a rat in real. Security came to that room, they couldn't catch that rat and that rat ran into corridors. I put my hand on my heart and started breathing heavily like i have seen a ghost.Only if he knew that i used to shoo rats out in my old house. I got a tissue from table and wiped my invisible sweat in a lady like manner and then i shot daggers at him. Mr. Albert, is this the maintenance of the most prestigious museum of NYC? Do you expect me to come with my friends to see a rat show after three weeks? Am i in a museum or in a house full of debris that rats are running here and there. Poor Mr. Albert couldn't pronounce a word properly because I wasn't giving him any chance. Ma'am we will get a spray tomorrow. What! I yelled with all power of my lungs and he clearly trembled. Tomorrow!You will get a spray tomorrow. You are giving that rat 24 hours to spread germs in whole museum. call an agency right now. He picked up his phone and called an agency. After exactly twenty minutes , i could hear vehicles outside. A man in a jump suit like dress came in and asked what is the matter. Before Mr Albert could speak anything, i spoke ,"you do your business ,i have other businesses to attend". I came out and Mr Albert heaved a sigh of relief. Instead of going out,i got into washroom. There was a plastic bag in my big gucci bag which was obviously fake. There was a mask and full white dress in that bag. I wore that and went outside, there was white smoke everywhere. Jacob had hacked all the security alarms for next 15 minutes. They have shut off all laser lights for the sake of spray staff. Only thing i should be aware of was cameras. Because half security was in halls and other half was in control room. I merged myself in smoke and moved with white smoke. My dress and white mask made me invisible in that smoke. A security man was standing there with a mask, that is a problem. I did a summersault and passed him. He didn't notice, now i was next to my necklace. I removed the glass, obviously it was locked but there was no lock that can stop Taliyah. I got two pins and my all senses were on those two pins inside that lock and i heard one tick in end. I touched that ancient necklace. It was a feast for my eyes.