It was Kelly Grace's first day at Port Loyalty National Bank. She was extremely nervous, her hands were shaking and her palms were sweaty. She was seventeen and she had never worked a day in her life. Her bank accounts' were always flooded with cash and she dropped out of school when she was fourteen because she thought that she wouldn't need any more knowledge than Kelly had already possessed. She had figured out how to embezzle when she was twelve, and she had a net worth of $630,000 when she was thirteen years old. She now had $93,ooo,000 wired into her several off-shore bank accounts. But she always wanted to be better than she was, have more, be more, see more, do more. It was never enough for her. She had to do this, she knew she did. Kelly pushed out her fear and stepped inside the bank.
The bank was ornately decorated and there was a decorative fountain in the foyer. There were three guards, one at each of the bank's entrances. She saw that there was a small vault at the back of the building, it was made out of steel-reinforced concrete, and had the latest space-age technology. No-one would be able to break into that vault unless they were the owner of the bank, or the head Financial Manager of the bank. Kelly knew this by inquiring the minds of the hardworking staff at the bank on her previous visits. There weren't many positions Kelly would have been able to apply for in her current circumstances, because the bank liked to keep their staffs' backgrounds checked, and make sure they did not have a sketchy past or any slip-ups with the law so the bank would not have to go to court for fraud, embezzlement, or any other type of thieving, but, luckily for Kelly, there was a position open for an IT girl. The bank tended to not do a background check into these people, and, Kelly knew, that there weren't many requirements to be a IT girl and the bank desperately needed to have this position filled, so a monkey with a human brain could do the job.
A tall, slim, pretty girl, (around Kelly's age, maybe a few years her senior) walked up to her.
'You're the new IT girl. Kelly, right?" She asked in an exotic accent, that sounded South African with a little hint of Italian. Kelly quickly and carefully tried to evaluate her without her noticing.
She looked around nineteen years old, she had short, black hair with a sideways fringe that cut off just above her eyes. Her eyes were like glimmering emeralds, sunken into her perfectly oval-shaped head. She had thin lips, coloured the deepest red. Overall, she looked like a fairytale princess. She wore the usual bank teller uniform, a normal, low-cut dress, with a small, black petticoat. Her name tag said her name was Alex, a pretty, but strong name none the less.
"Hello? You there? I'm talking to you. Where are you from?" She asked, as Kelly remembered she was in the middle of a conversation with the girl.
"Uh, I am from Arizona. Sorry about that." Kelly blushed.
"Ok then, follow me." She led me down three steps, into a lift, through a narrow corridor and through a door.
"Here we are. The IT department. Hope you like it."
