They crashed through the kitchen, slid down a trash chute, and landed in an alley smelling of old grease and rain. Sirens wailed in the distance.
Inside, the champagne flowed like lies. Megan worked the room, distracting a security guard with a fake story about wanting to “invest in the future of urban decay.” Meanwhile, Adriana slipped toward the display case, her fingers delicate as watchmakers’. megan rain and adriana chechik
So Megan came up with one last play.
“You’re gonna wear that thing out,” Megan called out. They crashed through the kitchen, slid down a