[ WP ] [ CW ? ] The sentence `` I never said she stole my money '' has 7 different meanings depending on which word is emphasized . Write a story containing all 7 meanings .

`` White nose'' Miguel bent over the table and scribbled a note to the officer furiously, each knowing that the hotel room was bugged. Officer Rosa picked it up and brushed a stray strand of hair out of her eye. 
 
 `` **I** never said she stole your money. Now you must go.'' 
 
 Rosa nodded, and tapped Michael on the shoulder, who urgently signaled for her to leave. She tugged at his cuff, her long nails pulling at his shirt, trying to bring him with her. He shook his head, pointing at the door and sliding a finger across his throat. The meaning was obvious: He leaves, he dies. 
 
 The Officer nodded, and left. Once getting to her car, she punched the wheel in frustration. `` Then who the hell sent the tip? Nine and a half *millione* goes missing from the basement of one of the most dangerous *putas* ever to exist, and he knows about it, but did n't say anything? And now she's got the entire force looking for her cash, *puta madre*.'' 
 
 Emilia Rosa was a dirty cop, fine. She did n't like it, but those that did n't take a payout took a bullet instead. And the eye behind that sight was usually The Snake, a mysterious woman, a *diablo* incarnate. She controlled this city, every drug lord in Mexico City answered to her, and while anyone that tried to muscle in on her operation ended up dead, at least it kept the city from being a war zone. 
 
 But now that some *idiota* stole her blood money, every cop was using every resource they had to dreg up any sort of lead, but so far, no one has been able to come up with anything real. All anyone knows is that about a day ago someone snuck into her private residence and hacked her computer system. They had known just where to go, and must have had help. It was an inside job, and rumors of screams echoing out from the residence have streamed in, yet there was no new information. 
 
 Not only did the money stop flowing to the force if it was n't found, but there was a reward of 5 hundred thousand USD for whoever tracked it down. 
 
 Rosa drove back to the precinct, and checked in. As she walked into the bull pen, she tossed the note into the trash, and the air became frazzled with panic, corrupt cops abandoning appearances and openly discussing the case in the conference room. 
 
 *Think Rosa, think. Where would someone with those kinds of skills, able to scale buildings, fences, and detect tripwires, go? * 
 
 *Wait. The note. * 
 
 Rosa sprinted back to the trash can and fished out the crumpled napkin. What was it about this note that bothered her so much? *She. * 
 
 It was a woman. Miguel, that delightful rat, knew about it, and the woman knew her. He wrote **I** because he did n't want me to say the info came from him. I barely contained my glee, gripping the note tight in my fist. But wait. 
 
 *If he knew, why did n't he go to The Snake? * 
 
 They both knew The Snake had the room bugged, as Miguel was a sort of `` regional director'' for cocaine in that section of town, and he reported directly to the boss herself. He *was* the rat. Miguel sold her out, but more than that. He was terrified, but why'd he do it? To get a cut? It makes no sense, he's making so much `` safe'' money under The Snake's regime. 
 
 *He was scared of someone else, but who? * It hit her like a thunderbolt. *Miguel was n't only bugged by The Snake. Someone infiltrated, and got him under their control, he then helped them break in, since he's visited plenty. * 
 
 It made sense, but she needed proof. 
 
 `` **Hahahahaha! **'' Rosa doubled over in laughter at her own morbid humor. `` **Proof! **'' 
 
 
 `` What're you laughing about Rosa, you got something?'' 
 
 
 Rosa straightened up and answered her superior officer, `` No, sir. Just realized something.'' 
 
 
 As Rosa sprinted from the precinct and drove towards the residence of The Snake, she chucked. `` Proof? Rosa, you should have been *la comediante*.'' After all, being a corrupt cop in a city of cowboy law and corrupt officials had **some** perks. Like $ 500,000. 
 
 As she drove to the front gate, she spoke to one of the many AK-wielding guards. `` I'm here to talk to her.'' 
 
 The young guard laughed at her, `` She thinks she gets to talk to boss!'' 
 
 `` I have something she wants.'' 
 
 `` Show me.'' 
 
 `` No. Only her.'' 
 
 `` Show me.'' The guard raised his gun, pointing it at her head through the driver window. 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 There was a standstill, as all the guards and her held their breath, before the gun was lowered. `` Bring her in. Strip her, and search her.'' 
 
 After being escorted into the mansion and stripped, then given new clothes, she was shown to a simple square room with wooden walls and flooring, a single florescent above. In the room there was only a wooden table and a chair on either side. Before long, the door opened, and a small *abuelita* walked in. 
 
 `` Where's The Snake?'' 
 
 `` She'll be here soon. You are to tell me what you know before she arrives.'' 
 
 Rosa shook her head slightly, `` I'll only speak to her'' and with that, she fell silent. 
 
 They waited for her in silence, the *abuelita* occasionally yawning. Time seemed to stretch on, and Rosa began to feel drowsy before the matronly lady suddenly stood up. 
 
 `` Ok. I'll hear what you have to say.'' 
 
 `` But I said I only wanted to talk-'' 
 
 `` I'm The Snake'' 
 
 `` You're...'' 
 
 `` An *abuelita*? True. But I'm also a businesswoman. Now, young one, tell me what you know.'' 
 
 `` Please, no disrespect. Prove you are The Snake, you're supposed to have the sharpest shot in Mexico.'' 
 
 `` Just Mexico? My reputation has withered of late, I see. Fine, I understand you want proof.'' She rapped on the door and it was promptly opened, `` *Dame tu arma! *'' The guard handed her his pistol. `` Do you know what kind of gun this is, girl? It's the finest in the land, called a'Chekov.' Those Russians are good for three things: Pistols, muscle, and asylum.'' 
 
 She handled the gun like a pro, checking the safety, how many bullets were in it, and the sight. Finally, she said `` Raise your right hand, fingers straight and tight. Point your fingers straight up.'' I did as I was told, unsure of what was to occur, before she raised the gun in both hands and fired off five shots in quick succession, the noise deafening in the small room, yet she stood unflinchingly as each shot whizzed past my head. `` My ears! Ah!'' There would certainly be damage, I could already feel it. 
 
 But that was n't what I was here for, and she gestured towards the back wall with the gun. As I turned I saw five bullet holes in the wood behind me before she spoke, `` Check your hand.'' 
 
 *My fingernails were gone. She had clipped each one and there was just a circle missed from each. * 
 
 I smiled, impressed. `` Let's do business.'' 
 
 
 -- -**3 HOURS LATER** -- 
 
 The Snake's henchman was torturing Miguel without mercy, trying to peel every single meaning of his words from him. 
 
 `` What did the note mean?.'' 
 
 Miguel screamed, `` It meant that I **never** said she stole your money! I was n't involved at all!'' 
 
 `` We have a note saying the *opposite*, *amigo*.'' 
 
 `` I meant I never said she stole **your** money, then.'' 
 
 `` Are you fucking stupid? That one is gon na cost you a fingernail, *brown* nose.'' 
 
 `` No, no, please man, **AHH PUTA MADRE**.'' 
 
 `` I never said she stole your **money**?'' 
 
 The torturer actually *laughed*, `` Are you asking me? What else did she steal, my heart?'' 
 
 `` I never said she *stole* your money... * Miguel was exhausted, repeating the same words without presenting new information. Hours of torture can do that to a man. 
 
 `` Try again.'' 
 
 `` I never said *she* stole your money?'' 
 
 `` Are you gon na stop trying to make the nice Officer Rosa a liar? Just admit it. What'd you do?'' 
 
 `` I never... I never *said* she stole your money... Because I wrote a note.'' 
 
 The Snake turned towards me, `` To be honest Rosa, I had already caught the bitch that stole my money, she was tortured to death hours ago. She kept strong under torture, protecting the member of my organization that had told her what to do. See, she knew the area, but was just a young, stupid girl who was in love with this wretch. My beautiful daughter, dead. For what?'' 
 
 `` I'm... I'm so sorry for your loss.'' What a strange position, to be telling a notorious killer and drug lord that you were sorry for her child's death, which she ordered, but Rosa felt a kindred connection with this boss *abuelita*. 
 
 `` Do you want to work as a corrupt cop still? Or...'' The Snake smiled slyly, `` Go corporate? Make the payments yourself, handle things. I want you to be my heir, because when I die-'' 
 
 `` The city collapses.'' 
 
 `` I see I've made a good choice.''
