“Ooff, this is heavier than I remembered. Ok, remember what dad said. Lift with the knees, not the back. Ah!” Eve pulled with all her strength, but all she did was knock the case down the steps. The vessel opened with the collision, and a dazed Claire rolled out of the dark space.
“Owww... What’s with today? Why can’t I catch a break?”
“Eeeep.”
“Oh? Oh no.” Claire looked forwards, she locked eyes with the svelte raven-haired girl. “H-hi there, there’s no need to sho-”
“Aaaah! Luna I’ve found the intruder, come quickly! It’s a pervert!”
“Crap.” Claire stood up, almost tripped over the case, and kept running into the art room. Glancing back, she could see that Luna and her gang were hot on her tail.
“Shit, you are right! After her!”
“Crap, crap, crap! Why is this happening?” Claire moved her hands from her bouncing chest to her face. Things were going badly, but as long as she avoided recognition, she might be able to escape with… well, not her dignity, but at least with her job.
Claire’s feet glided silently over the carpet of the art room. She could hear the pursuers getting close. She needed a distraction if she wanted to get away! Her eyes darted around the room, and the giant mug of her boss stared back at her. That’s it!
Without letting the girls get a glimpse at her face, Claire kicked the painting out of its hinges with an expert roundhouse kick that she didn’t she could pull. It’s amazing what a bit of adrenaline and desperation can make you do. The portrait staggered over its hinges and toppled over.
“Wait, mom’s portrait! No!” The group stopped to hold the painting in place and make sure it didn’t fall to the ground. Claire now had enough time to reach the living room. She needed to hide fast, but where? Under the couch, behind the piano, around the giant TV?
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