Jacqueline Poiret stared again at the piece of paper she had printed out; this was the address. She hadn't expected such a nice place, she thought to herself with a smile. This guy was probably a good tipper, thank God.
Her high heels clacking as she gracefully walked up the steps, she rang the doorbell and waited, automatically striking an elegant pose. She pulled out her compact and checked her hair and makeup once more; she had dressed especially for the occasion, after all, and she wasn't about to let smudged lipgloss or a stray hair ruin her perfectly polished appearance.
She wore a navy knee-length skirt with a matching jacket over a black blouse and black stockings; around her neck was a short red scarf to add flair to the outfit, and she wore a pair of professional-looking black heels to complete the look.
Satisfied with her reflection, she put away her compact and practiced her fake smile; now to rob this stupid Brit blind.
Her high heels clacking as she gracefully walked up the steps, she rang the doorbell and waited, automatically striking an elegant pose. She pulled out her compact and checked her hair and makeup once more; she had dressed especially for the occasion, after all, and she wasn't about to let smudged lipgloss or a stray hair ruin her perfectly polished appearance.
She wore a navy knee-length skirt with a matching jacket over a black blouse and black stockings; around her neck was a short red scarf to add flair to the outfit, and she wore a pair of professional-looking black heels to complete the look.
Satisfied with her reflection, she put away her compact and practiced her fake smile; now to rob this stupid Brit blind.