How drab…how useless…. how pathetic.
Marlowe ran over the listings that had been handed to her this morning by one of her many henchmen and ran her fingers through her full blonde locks before glancing over to the mirror….. She had only recently turned 34 yet men and women alike mistook her for less.
A yawn escaped her lips and she got to her feet, walking through her double doors and threw the file of names at the first man she saw.
“You give me nothing but rubbish!… do you know that!?”, she grumbled at them - their eyes giving her the satisfaction that at least they understood that despite her gentle appearance, she was not to be stressed.
Angry and tired of doing practically everything herself, she took to the streets, dressed in better attire than her usual business suit. A simplistic and elegant light grey tunic, a large hat to keep her skin from burning or tanning and her beautiful legs displayed in her medium high heels as she walked through the streets of Morocco.
She did this when she got tired of her existence in the family business as sometimes it became dire and dull and she would much rather taste some fresh air and watch with her own eyes the world around her. Katherine was very much fascinated by the things around her and wished to surround herself in thick culture and history… and it was while she was roaming an antique shop when she noticed the dark haired Caucasian join her there.
Katherine lowered the front of her hat, moving her body language to make it look that she was showing interest in a range of china plating while keeping a sly glance on the man as he moved over to an interesting looking artefact inside a glass cabinet. The owner was aside the store, speaking to an interested client about a piece of furniture… which left an idiotic amount of leverage for an easy going thief…
It was almost obviously going to happen then, when she heard the shallow clinking sound of a lock opening - leading to another glance to the side. The man stood out from the crowd, he was caucasian…much like herself and despite the amount of tourists… there were no others near by this set of shops… again other than herself…
Katherine Marlowe would never come to understand why she did what she did next. Why she had tapped her heel at the very moment the owner was making his way back at the excitement of a possible sale. Why…by doing so, she caught the attention of the thief in the store and notified him in enough time to close the glass door discreetly and move away to look around at other bits and pieces.
And what she would never understand most was…. when she moved over towards him so that the suspicious face given to the ‘single, shady looking male’ disappeared at the fact there was now an elegant, well-off looking woman standing near by enough to make it seem like they were acquainted.
“See anything you like?”, she asked, but made no attempt at eye contact.