her eyes widening with pleasure. "I'm positive I can promise you such a small desire as that."
"This is ridiculous." Robert interrupted. "You're going to play along with this girl's fantasy? She doesn't have what it takes to work for you, Cleo. You know that."
"I can learn." Sophie argued. "I've been working towards a life I don't want because I don't have enough money to support myself otherwise. If I work here I can reach my goal without giving up who I really am. Trust me, I will learn anything I have to for the kind of salary you're promising."
"Working for us isn't as easy as you think it is!" Robert answered. "It's not a game. Being a thief is dangerous. Desiring money isn't going to lead to success in this field. It takes years to get to the level I'm at."
"I like the idea." Cleo commented. "You remind me so much of your parents. They were fast learners as I remember. I think you'll be able to do it."
"Cleo!" Robert turned to her. "I don't know what you're after, but stop. You're getting her into something that's completely over her head. We don't need her help."
"Robert." Cleo warned.
Sophie fidgeted, wondering if she was going to be accepted. As soon as she'd started speaking, the realization that this was what she wanted had hit her. She wasn't even thinking about the negative aspects of the job. The money alone captured her attention. She was already figuring that given five years, she could be living on her own in Paris, embracing her passion without a care in the world. It was just the kind of future she'd always wanted, but never had the confidence that she'd achieve.
"Why can't I be a thief?" She interrupted Cleo's and Robert's staring contest. "What's wrong with me?"
Robert was clearly fed up with the way the situation was turning out. When he turned to look at her, his eyes were unforgiving. "You have no idea what it takes." He answered coldly.
"I'm willing to adapt." Sophie crossed her arms stubbornly. "Tell me what I need to change."
Robert smirked, and motioned to her head. "The first thing that'll have to go is that hair. It stands out too much." He joked.
He obviously thought she wouldn't do it, which made her want to all the more. He had awakened the stubborn part of her spirit that had lain dormant for too long.
"Give me some scissors." She offered, standing up.
Cleo smiled, and motioned behind her to the long desk that was positioned in the corner of the room. On the desk was a small cup, which contained pens, pencils, and a large pair of red scissors. When Sophie looked at Cleo, she saw that the woman also thought that she wouldn't be able to do it. There was disappointment in Cleo's expression that seemed to accept the fact that Sophie would never have what it took to be as good as Robert was.
Sophie marched towards the scissors without thinking about what she was doing. She lifted them in her hand, while pulling her bright red hair to one side of her shoulder. She lifted the scissors to her ears, and watched as both Cleo's and Robert's expressions twisted in shock. Feeling motivated by their reactions, Sophie lifted the scissors even higher.
She took a deep breath as she clamped the scissors over her hair. As she watched strands of her beautiful hair fall down her shoulders, her heart ached. She realized too late what she'd just done, but she knew there was no turning back. She watched them with unmoving eyes as she cut all of her hair, up to above her ears. She caught her reflection in a mirror sitting across the room, and noticed how she looked like a boy now. It was heartbreaking, but when she turned to look at Robert's stunned face, she felt like it was worth it.
"Now, what?" She asked, dropping the scissors back on the table. "What else do I need to do to prove I have what it takes?"
Cleo clapped her hands together in amusement. "I like her." She said with a laugh. "I'm sorry, Robert, but she's just too
"This is ridiculous." Robert interrupted. "You're going to play along with this girl's fantasy? She doesn't have what it takes to work for you, Cleo. You know that."
"I can learn." Sophie argued. "I've been working towards a life I don't want because I don't have enough money to support myself otherwise. If I work here I can reach my goal without giving up who I really am. Trust me, I will learn anything I have to for the kind of salary you're promising."
"Working for us isn't as easy as you think it is!" Robert answered. "It's not a game. Being a thief is dangerous. Desiring money isn't going to lead to success in this field. It takes years to get to the level I'm at."
"I like the idea." Cleo commented. "You remind me so much of your parents. They were fast learners as I remember. I think you'll be able to do it."
"Cleo!" Robert turned to her. "I don't know what you're after, but stop. You're getting her into something that's completely over her head. We don't need her help."
"Robert." Cleo warned.
Sophie fidgeted, wondering if she was going to be accepted. As soon as she'd started speaking, the realization that this was what she wanted had hit her. She wasn't even thinking about the negative aspects of the job. The money alone captured her attention. She was already figuring that given five years, she could be living on her own in Paris, embracing her passion without a care in the world. It was just the kind of future she'd always wanted, but never had the confidence that she'd achieve.
"Why can't I be a thief?" She interrupted Cleo's and Robert's staring contest. "What's wrong with me?"
Robert was clearly fed up with the way the situation was turning out. When he turned to look at her, his eyes were unforgiving. "You have no idea what it takes." He answered coldly.
"I'm willing to adapt." Sophie crossed her arms stubbornly. "Tell me what I need to change."
Robert smirked, and motioned to her head. "The first thing that'll have to go is that hair. It stands out too much." He joked.
He obviously thought she wouldn't do it, which made her want to all the more. He had awakened the stubborn part of her spirit that had lain dormant for too long.
"Give me some scissors." She offered, standing up.
Cleo smiled, and motioned behind her to the long desk that was positioned in the corner of the room. On the desk was a small cup, which contained pens, pencils, and a large pair of red scissors. When Sophie looked at Cleo, she saw that the woman also thought that she wouldn't be able to do it. There was disappointment in Cleo's expression that seemed to accept the fact that Sophie would never have what it took to be as good as Robert was.
Sophie marched towards the scissors without thinking about what she was doing. She lifted them in her hand, while pulling her bright red hair to one side of her shoulder. She lifted the scissors to her ears, and watched as both Cleo's and Robert's expressions twisted in shock. Feeling motivated by their reactions, Sophie lifted the scissors even higher.
She took a deep breath as she clamped the scissors over her hair. As she watched strands of her beautiful hair fall down her shoulders, her heart ached. She realized too late what she'd just done, but she knew there was no turning back. She watched them with unmoving eyes as she cut all of her hair, up to above her ears. She caught her reflection in a mirror sitting across the room, and noticed how she looked like a boy now. It was heartbreaking, but when she turned to look at Robert's stunned face, she felt like it was worth it.
"Now, what?" She asked, dropping the scissors back on the table. "What else do I need to do to prove I have what it takes?"
Cleo clapped her hands together in amusement. "I like her." She said with a laugh. "I'm sorry, Robert, but she's just too
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