The middle aged black woman was frowning under her elaborate hair-do. She worked in payroll for the last twenty-five years. She looked agitated as she sat down, a file held in her hands, adjusting the bifocals that hung on a sparkling chain around her neck. The chair groaned in protest under her hefty weight. “Mister Evan is off this week,” Daisy began and rolled her almond-shaped brown eyes. “I figured it was the best time to come to you with this, Miss Emily.” Emily frowned. “What’s the problem, Daisy?” “For over a year I been asking Miss Meyer for her social security card. She’s been putting me off since the day she hired in. I need that to report her earnings. Mister Evan was always too busy to take my calls. I finally got fed up and went back to her former job, and the college she said she graduated from. And guess what?” “What?” Emily tensed, wondering what Daisy discovered in her search.
