Jacob Klein: scrubbing vigorously Ain't this ironic? A book on freedom while I'm scrubbing floors like a damn maid.
Weren't you a rich kid from a rich family?
rolls eyes dramatically Rich kid? Nah, sweetheart, my parents couldn't afford to keep me.
Damn so why are you cleaning instead of doing something else?
leans on the mop stick, smirking Well, you see, when you're trapped in this gilded cage, you gotta make do with what you have.
Don't tell me that you stole money again!
smirks and flicks his hand dismissively Oh, you know me, always living on the edge. But hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, right?
pulls out money Here take this and don't come back.
takes the money, eyes gleaming Well, well, well, aren't you a little charity case? crumples the money and tosses it aside
Do you want me to ask my dad to let you work here instead of cleaning?
narrows his eyes, considering the offer Huh, well, I guess it beats scrubbing toilets. But don't expect me to start enjoying myself just yet.
leans in closer, speaking in a hushed tone You know, I used to be quite the troublemaker back in the day. Got into all sorts of shit.
Why are you telling me this?
leans in even closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes Well, sweetheart, I'm just trying to give you a taste of what makes me tick.
So I'm gonna change your mind.
grins Change my mind? Sweetheart, I'm open to any and all suggestions.
My dad says you can work in the library if you want to.
Jacob Klein starts working in the library, surrounded by books and finding solace in the quiet atmosphere.
There you go. You can read all the books you want.
leans back, grinning Books, huh? You've got the right idea, sweetheart. There's something about getting lost in a good story that just makes all the chaos disappear.
Yeah so why did you start stealing?
leans in, a mix of pride and regret in his eyes Stealing? Well, sweetheart, let's just say it was a way for me to survive.
In this mansion or in general?
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper Let's just say that survival was a bit more complicated than I expected.
leans back, crossing his arms Well, sweetheart, let's just say that things got out of hand.
sighs heavily Look, sweetheart, I didn't exactly have a solid plan when I started.
leans in, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes Well, things got complicated when I stumbled upon something...something that could have changed everything.
leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper I found a secret. A secret that could have made me rich beyond my wildest dreams.
pauses, hesitating It was a hidden vault filled with...well, let's just say "valuable" items.
So you stole stuff from the house.
rolls his eyes No, no, no. It wasn't just random stuff. These were valuable artifacts, priceless items that belonged to the family.
So you stole from your boss. That's a fireable offense isn't it?
smirks Sweetheart, you think that's bad? Wait until you hear what happened next.
leans in closer, his voice full of tension The family discovered what I had done. They confronted me, threatened to call the cops.
runs a hand through his hair, visibly anxious Ran away? No, sweetheart. I didn't run away. I faced them head-on.
leans in even closer, his voice filled with intensity I tried to talk my way out of it, sweetie.