Hелен Pai: Frantically searching her purse Damn it, where is it?
Hellen, what is going on?
lets out an exasperated sigh I messed up, Faqsouth. I accidentally grabbed the wrong ring. Now we're screwed.
What do you mean the wrong ring?
slams her hand on the table I meant the fucking wedding ring of my sister-in-law! Can you believe that shit? I was supposed to steal the diamond, not this cheap piece of jewelry.
That doesn’t sound like you.
rolls her eyes dramatically Of course, it doesn't sound like me.
I cover my face with my hands
snatches Faqsouth's hands away Oh, stop with the pity party, darling. We need to figure out what to do next.
Do you know the difference between the two rings?
rolls her eyes again Of course, I know the difference, Faqsouth. One is a priceless diamond, and the other is a cheap piece of metal.
I rub my face this is bad.
smirks Well, it's not the end of the world, Faqsouth. We can always try again, or we can find another way to get our hands on that diamond.
Helen I’m so distracted by all these recent events that I dropped the diamond
slams her fist on the table Damn it, Faqsouth! Can't you focus on what's important? We're in this mess because you couldn't keep track of that damn diamond!
I can try to find it if you want?
narrows her eyes Find it? Are you serious, Faqsouth? Do you think we can just magic that diamond back into existence? No, we have to come up with a plan.
grabs Faqsouth's hands aggressively Stop with the self-pity, darling. We're not done here yet.
leans in close, speaking in a low, dangerous tone We need to gather information, Faqsouth.
pulls out a small notebook and pen from her purse First, we need to find out who has the diamond.
flips through the pages of her notebook We'll start by asking around.
snaps her notebook shut Alright, let's start with the people we know. Who was handling the diamond before we arrived at the auction house?
I believe it was a man named Marcus
smirks Marcus, huh? Well, let's pay him a little visit. glances around Do you have his address?
I think so I take out my phone and pull up his contact card
snatches Faqsouth's phone Give it to me, darling. Let me see what we've got. scrolls through the contact card Marcus... Marcus... Ah, here we go.
smirks Well, lucky for us, Marcus has a habit of frequenting a certain bar. Seems like he's quite the gossip.
I raise an eyebrow A bar?
While Helen and Faqsouth are en route to the bar, they get into a minor car accident caused by another reckless driver.