Tahlia Juanarez clocks into her shift at 5AM, the first thing she does? Walk into the vault to check on the diamonds that the bank is holding onto. The estimated total value of seven shiny rocks? $35,400,000. The repair man enters the room an hour after she arrives, he goes in and sets up his ladder to repair the overhead light, as he’s about to leave, he informs Juanarez that the security camera is damaged and will probably break down. He offers to fix it, she graciously accepts and with that, the security footage cuts out for the next ten minutes and Harold Sanchez, otherwise known as, “handyman harry,” sets a timer of five minutes to find the diamonds. Out of 250 metal boxes in one room, only one has what he’s searching for, except he doesn’t know which. He rushes to lock pick 15 locks and with two minutes to spare, he gets lucky. Grabbing a bottle of water, he prepares himself to swallow down 7 sharp, expensive, diamonds. He gets lucky again and doesn’t choke. As he walks out of the bank, he almost makes it before his luck runs out and he collapses due to kidney failure.
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