"Just like we practiced?" she asked looking for that final reassurance before I gagged her and "sealed the deal" as it were.
"Sure," I replied in a noncommittal fashion. She gave me a sharp look but it was too late to back out now. The gag, cinched up tight removed her last chance to question my motives. Now she’d have to spend her time squirming on the floor waiting for security to find her.
Poor kid; there will be no sudden bump in her bank account like she’s expecting. Just some bruises, an empty office safe, a missing partner in crime, and the police with lots and lots of questions.