The guy
stood in the middle of the raised computer floor with his arms crossed. If he
carried a gun, I would have feared for my life. Maybe he didn’t appreciate the
bank bringing in an outsider to fix his security issue. My best guess.
The angry
guy gave up and returned to his cubby long before we finished. I was happy to
have the suit coat on. It was freezing in there. My ears burned like they’d
been torched, my fingers were numb, and my nose ran like an open tap by the
time Augie let me out of there. Four hours, plugging in thumb drives, waiting
for the little light to stop flickering. This Floridian had never been so cold
in his life.
Had to
have been sixty degrees in there. Arctic.
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