~VANESSA~

“Ma’am, please follow me before I involve the police,” the security guard said, stepping closer to me.

He looked like he was in his late thirties. He had approached me a few minutes earlier and told me to follow him out of the mall, which I had refused.

And now he was talking bullshit about involving the police.

“Police?” I asked, forcing confusion onto my face. “What did I do?”

“The security cameras caught you taking items from the jewelry store,” he said ...