Darn it! He should have know better. He should have through throw it more. But now with just one little mistake he almost lost it all. Well almost isn't the right way to put it, more like he can loss it all. With now being on the run from the cops because one person just wanted to check something, completely blowing there cover. They've already captured most of his underlings and destroyed all his business.
Just as he hung up the phone with one of his few remaining underlings, from his warning the serene started coming into ear point. Dashing out of the office up to the west wing of his mansion into a small abandoned room. Busting the door down, having no time to simply unlock it. Coming to a beautiful painting of his late mother. Giving himself a second to quickly admire it, before ripping the painting from the wall revealing a safe.
"I guess you weren't as ready as you thought you were" a voice from the entrance of the room says as the safe clicks open.
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