Scam

Part 8

"What are you working on?"

Ajita's small face popped over my mini cubicle work station at the Cyber-Crime Unit. I gave her a half grin before closing my Macbook and shoving it into my backpack.

"Just some school stuff," I lied as I glanced at the big black steel clock hanging over the entrance door. I had another thirty two minutes before work started.

"You seem kinda tense, is anything the matter?" Ajita asked as she made her way around into my cubicle to sit on top of my desk. She was wearing black slit knee tights and a grey polo shirt one size too big.

Her voice still had traces of her Indian accent. She used her black toms to kick at my chair to get my attention.

"I can help you to relax, if you know what I mean."

It's either my sleep deprivation and overdose on energy drinks were catching up to me or this Indian chick was flirting with me.

"Don't you have work to catch up on?"

I sounded colder than I intend to.

Ajita was very attractive and the other three guys in the program would have gladly taken up her offer but I needed to concentrate on what I was doing. The slightest error on my part could get me killed or imprisoned.

Ajita hopped off my desk before saying:

"I do actually but if you change your mind you know where to find me."

Yup, she's definitely not the average Jamaican girl because I expected her response to have included several hissed teeth, eye rolls and at least three insults thrown at my ego.

"Wait," I found my self saying, "Maybe we could go get something to eat after work."

"I'd like that," she said as she went back to her cubicle and popped her earphones in.

Work has been boring these past few days; the Cyber-Crime Unit Investigators were all looking under small rocks and couldn't be any further from BlackRain. They were not even able to identify the program I had use to carry out the NCB scam.

Work felt more like a pastime activity and an excuse to distance myself from all the crap that's been happening in my life.
The ride to my house was silent, apart from Ajita humming along to every song the radio station played. It was then I realized she had a small yin yang sign tattooed behind her ear.

"This is where you live?"

"Yea," I answered a little nervous about carrying her home to Roxanne.

If I was lucky, she'd be out on the road or sleeping. It was 8:21pm, Sheila would be combating the traffic along Old Hope Road so I wouldn't have to worry about her. I wondered why she never mentioned anything about Ajita to me but decided not to dwell on the thought.

I guess I really am unlucky after all. Roxanne was on her way upstairs when I pulled the front door with Ajita trailing behind me as she admired Sheila's garden and fishpond in front of the drive way. The heavy wooden door's creek caused Roxanne to turn around.

"Well, hello there," Roxanne said as she glanced over my shoulders at Ajita from the staircase landing.

"Hello Mrs. Miles."