I have always had an affinity for nice decadence.  Being the progeny of a successful investment banker didn’t help matters.  I grew up listening to my Father on the phone for hours speaking finance jargon, wondering when he was going to give me a stack of cash to shop with rather than spend time with me. 

            I am Hilary Louise Rothmeyer and I have decided to rob a bank.  You might be wondering why I am in need of cash and how I am going to pull of this heist unscathed.  Well, my Dad cut me off 3 months ago and times have been hard and I have become the lampoon of my yoga circle.  I know I should get a job and try to get back in the good graces of my Daddy, but he means business this time and there is no way slaving away at Pinkberry is going to pay for my incessant spending.  That is why I came up with this brilliant plan to meander into the bank on Crabtree & Fourth and demand copious amounts of cash.  All I have to do is wear a disguise and no one will even know I was in the proximity of the bank. 

            Once the deed is done, I plan to regain my Father’s confidence so he no longer thinks I am the prodigal daughter that is out spending his money frivolously.  He will think I got a job and have been working hard but really I have been living the good life from the stolen money.  Once he forgives me, I will again be living the life of opulence.