I Lost My Job Over A Missing Ring Until Security Uncovered The Truth

Vanessa looked like she belonged in a luxury magazine.

Cream-colored coat.

Perfect hair.

Gold jewelry.

Designer handbag.

And tucked beneath one arm was a tiny white dog wearing a crystal-covered pink collar.

The second Vanessa saw me, she pointed.

“That’s her.”

I stopped.

“That’s the woman who was in our room.”