Lucky walked out of the room with her coffee cup in hand.
Tom watched her warily and then turned to the others. “What’s up with her?”
Susan sipped her coffee. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. She just weird, somehow. I can’t put my finger on it.”
“I know, right? She just doesn’t hang out with the rest of us or talk much,” added Karen.
“You know what I think?” Tom whispered. “I think she’s got something else going on. Money wise, I mean.”
Karen and Susan just looked at him quizzically.
“Well, just look at her,” said Tom. “Look at her car and the way she dresses.”
“But she’s got a crappy old car and she dresses like she walked out of a discount store.”
“Exactly my point!” said Tom. “And to top it off, she acts like she doesn’t need the money. I think she doesn’t. I think she’s really a millionaire of some kind. Or she’s sleeping with the boss.”
“Oh, c’mon. Why would a millionaire work here?”
“Maybe she’s an office spy, and she’s only here to check up on us. That would explain a lot.”
“Or she’s a bank robber and she’s trying to blend in with everyone else now.”
“We should check and see if she’s on a wanted poster somewhere,” suggested Susan.
