lonecoyote
Always Confused
Fallen took a deep breath. Why on God's green Earth did she have to use her money to pick up her boss' dry cleaning? What sense did that make? Absolutely none.
"I can't believe Mr. Calloway is making me do this. This is so stupid." she griped to herself as she walked down the sidewalk and into the bank. Fallen was not one to let people step all over her but when it came to this job, that's all that happened. Sure she could be doing something else with her life besides what she did now which was being the personal assistant to a big time lawyer. She could be traveling the world eating delicacies or even modeling for Sports Illustrated. But no, she was stuck in line at the bank getting money from her checking account to pay for her boss' dry cleaning.
Honestly the only reason she kept the job was because the money was good and so was the insurance and her holidays. Fallen half way stepped out of the line, looking ahead to see how far she was from the teller person.
"Damn, still a long wait." she mumbled and stepped back in line, folding her arms over her chest. She let out a huff and decided to look around. The inside of the bank was actually pretty nice. There were tall white columns to help keep the place up that were decorated with gold (the fake kind) trimming on the tops and bottom of the columns. There were plants in every corner and desks scattered here and there that had people either pleading for a loan or opening up an account. Where the entrance door was to the back wall of the building was a red carpet because when you walk into the bank they want you to feel like a star. You could even see the vault that was located right in the smack dab center of the bank. It was a rather large bank with metal bars that separated the heavy door from the money. To be honest, Fallen knew the code to get into the vault. How did she obtain such valuable information? It just so happened that the owner of the bank was a very good friend of the firm's. He was also one of the reasons the firm looked so good. But anyway, Fallen was bringing him drink after drink or scotch as he asked for and he happened to get tipsy. Well being the old timer that he was and wanting to make a pass at her, he told her the code to the vault in exchange for a grab at her chest. Fallen thought it was a fair enough trade, she got a very important number and he passed out before he got a chance to cop a feel.
'If I wanted to, I could totally take all the money here.' she thought as she stood in line which was moving at a snail's pace. Now all Fallen could do was wait. Or just say 'fuck it' and leave but that might cost her her job or a deduction in her pay so staying seemed like the better option here.
@StoneyJr
"I can't believe Mr. Calloway is making me do this. This is so stupid." she griped to herself as she walked down the sidewalk and into the bank. Fallen was not one to let people step all over her but when it came to this job, that's all that happened. Sure she could be doing something else with her life besides what she did now which was being the personal assistant to a big time lawyer. She could be traveling the world eating delicacies or even modeling for Sports Illustrated. But no, she was stuck in line at the bank getting money from her checking account to pay for her boss' dry cleaning.
Honestly the only reason she kept the job was because the money was good and so was the insurance and her holidays. Fallen half way stepped out of the line, looking ahead to see how far she was from the teller person.
"Damn, still a long wait." she mumbled and stepped back in line, folding her arms over her chest. She let out a huff and decided to look around. The inside of the bank was actually pretty nice. There were tall white columns to help keep the place up that were decorated with gold (the fake kind) trimming on the tops and bottom of the columns. There were plants in every corner and desks scattered here and there that had people either pleading for a loan or opening up an account. Where the entrance door was to the back wall of the building was a red carpet because when you walk into the bank they want you to feel like a star. You could even see the vault that was located right in the smack dab center of the bank. It was a rather large bank with metal bars that separated the heavy door from the money. To be honest, Fallen knew the code to get into the vault. How did she obtain such valuable information? It just so happened that the owner of the bank was a very good friend of the firm's. He was also one of the reasons the firm looked so good. But anyway, Fallen was bringing him drink after drink or scotch as he asked for and he happened to get tipsy. Well being the old timer that he was and wanting to make a pass at her, he told her the code to the vault in exchange for a grab at her chest. Fallen thought it was a fair enough trade, she got a very important number and he passed out before he got a chance to cop a feel.
'If I wanted to, I could totally take all the money here.' she thought as she stood in line which was moving at a snail's pace. Now all Fallen could do was wait. Or just say 'fuck it' and leave but that might cost her her job or a deduction in her pay so staying seemed like the better option here.
@StoneyJr