Dirty Money - ebook

That’s why she was surprised to feel a tap on her shoulder while she had her head in a bin full of microprocessors. She turned immediately, almost catching her afro on the bin’s lid before straightening out. The man before her looked as surprised as she felt. He wasn’t wearing a nametag.

“Oh!” His green eyes were wide, his mouth dropping open. “I’m so sorry, I thought you worked here!”

Olivia’s eyebrows shot up toward her hairline. Well that was certainly a first. Then she looked down and noticed the outfit she’d chosen that day: a red polo and dark jeans. She let out a sigh.

“Yeah, well, you know... gotta blend in.” Olivia mumbled with a tiny wave before turning to escape the situation.

“Wait!”

She stopped, turning back to face him. He had a nice smile that showed all his teeth.

“Do you know if...