Have You Met Nora? by Nicole Blades

Author:Nicole Blades [Blades, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

Nora squinted at Oli, narrowing in on her full lips. She couldn’t understand the words leaving Oli’s mouth and thought staring at it might help.

“Again, I’m just telling you what the customer service lady told me,” Oli said. She looked annoyed and exasperated mixed together in one batch of pissed. Nora couldn’t figure out whether it was because of what happened or because she’d asked her to repeat the story a third time. “She said that a flag was placed on the account. Suspicious activity. I think they think it’s possibly identity theft.”

“Possibly? You and me—we are the only ones authorized on this card,” Nora said, taking a break from peering at Oli’s face. “If there are funky charges, then it’s absolutely identity theft.”

“I know, but there was something weird going on. I tried to chat up the rep on the phone to get the scoop. She sounded young. The young ones always spill tea. But she kept saying, That’s so weird. Like, repeatedly, with every keystroke.” Oli nodded slowly and stretched in her seat, her limbs splayed like a starfish in the spotless white chair. “Wait. Maybe”—her body snapping up straight and index finger jutting out—“this is something larger scale. What if someone fucking with our corporate card is only the small potatoes of a much bigger, nastier scandal? Maybe this is only a small part of a major hack to ruin corporate America, like on that show with our boy—Mr. Robot.”

Nora was back to squinting at Oli, but with a scowl added, “Could you not?”

“Sorry.” Oli shrugged. “I’m reading this thing in the New Yorker.”

Nora flipped open her laptop. “Does the client know about the declined charges?”

“No, and Isobel was very cool about everything. She said we could just pick up the order and submit payment later. And, yes, I’m taking her and Riko out for dinner next week as a thank-you. They tried to say no, but I made it an offer they couldn’t refuse.”

“Good.” Nora turned her attention back to her computer. “I’ll call and thank them anyway.”

“Cool . . .”

Nora moved her eyes up from the screen to Oli. “You’re lingering. Is there more bullshit to add to this already hot-garbage day?”

“Hot garbage. Well, shit. I was going to ask if you’re getting hyped. Wedding is two weeks away, almost exactly today. But”—Oli made a face like a bird and took her voice high into her nose—“mi naa badda, bwoy. Mi mudduh seh mi too chatty-chatty.” She swept her hands, dramatically, across the space between them as if wiping a slate clean. Her smile broke through, ruining her serious take. It always quietly tickled Nora when Oli spoke patois and put on a Jamaican accent. The quick impression smoothed away Nora’s grimace. “Nora, you are wound extra tight. And for no reason. I mean, the wedding planner is no joke, everything’s coast. You should be so Gucci right now—that’s what Mateo keeps saying whenever he sees you all tense and bothered. Which is a lot lately, I should add.

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