Time for Revenge

Hey everybody! Today's prompt was an interesting one. I had to write about time being stopped for 30 minutes and only one person can move around freely, but they don't know about it. I really liked this prompt and ended up writing a bit of a longer post today but I really think I did it justice so please enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

“Michelle!”

I heard him scream my name. I already knew what was coming like I was psychic. Mr. Richardson walked over to my station in a huff. In his mind he owned the place in reality he was just the assistant manager. When Mrs. Price isn’t here on Sundays and Wednesdays, he likes to feel powerful by yelling at the employees usually me specifically. He thinks it will make me a better employee; someone that can take pissed off customers and maybe makes better business decisions. It doesn’t work.

“Michelle, did you sell that matching set of catesque necklace and earrings yesterday under sticker price?”

“Yes.” There was no denying it not like I cared, I knew what I did and I knew I was right in doing it. We needed to make room for more of our better inventory, that set was sitting here for months with out interest. I even asked Mrs. Price first and she said it was okay, but I couldn’t fight back or I wouldn’t have this ‘wonderful’ job as a jewelry saleswoman in the mall.

“I had someone who was going to buy it full price,” he lied through his teeth. Everyone knew if something had gone unsold for months he would ‘borrow it’ for his mistress. “Did you even consider asking me before that sale? Huh? I didn’t think so. You don’t think at all; you are just a nice pair of tits to bring customers in.” At this point I used to start crying but after weeks of this you get used to it. A smirk crossed his face as he turned to leave me there thinking my ego had been crushed for the day.

He didn’t get very far before a white flash engulfed everything. After my eyes adjusted from almost being blinded I found Mr. Richardson in the middle of trying to trip one of our back of house workers Mike. The strange thing was Mike was in mid fall with boxes going everywhere but was perfectly frozen where he was. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I slowly approached them wondering what the hell happened. Mr. Richardson still had his stupid smirk on his face as he was tripping Mike who had a face of shock and terror as he fell each box slid from his grasp. I couldn’t take this piece of scum anymore.

Everyone else was just the same as Mike and Mr. Richardson, petrified like statues stuck doing what they were doing during the flash but I wasn’t. I knew what I had to do and quickly, who knows how long what ever happened was going to last and I certainly didn’t want to get caught. I pick-pocketed Mr. Richardson’s phone and keys to the counter where kept our most expensive items. I grabbed what ever looked good and cost a fortune. That diamond embroidered sapphire along with it’s ruby twin and that 24 carat diamond ring his mistress eyes so greedily when she comes and sees him for lunch. Next I planted the ‘evidence’ in Mr. Richardson’s pockets filling each one with enough to incriminate him for a long time.

Finishing up with that I felt pity for Mike he always seems to have bad luck to cross Mr. Richardson at the wrong time. I grabbed the falling boxes out of the air and set them down a few paces away and tried to steady him as much as possible. Next I moved the sleaze ball toward the back door as if trying to make a get away. My plan was perfect, at least to me. Now all I had to do was wait for everything to return back to normal, which didn’t take long. I had barely gotten back to my seat when Mike make his slight trip and caught himself trying to grasp something that was no longer there. I called the mall security as he tried to figure out what happened to boxes he was carrying just a moment earlier.

“Hello, Security? Yes, I need assistance Mr. Richardson of the Price is Right Jewelry store is trying to get away with some of our merchandise!” I pretended to sound alarmed. Theater was always my favorite class in school. Now for the pièce de résistance, I unlocked Mr. Richardson’s phone and pulled up the email conversations he has with his mistress. Secret love affair is not so secret anymore. I hit forward and selected his wife’s contact information. I watched as every single record of what he does is sent to what will surely be his ex-wife.

Right on time Mr. Richardson starts to walk through the doorway to the main floor of the store his had clutching one of the necklaces I had planted. I cut him off to stall, “Mr. Richardson, you forgot your phone after you had finished berating me and thought you would want it back.” I acted as sweetly as possible distracting him with the very same tits he just thought I was the only good thing about me. “Mr. Richardson! What is that in your hand?” Before he could say a word security rushed in and grabbed him. My work here is done.

I watched as they pulled him away, kicking and screaming, “I don’t know where these came from. You have to believe me. I have been set up.”

Now I was the one with the smirk on my face.