Chapter 7
Dana rubbed her dry eyes, then tried once again to tame the crackly, floating bits of her hair. Days on end spent in the IT den weren’t doing her general appearance any favors. Neither were hours on end spent staring at the ancient displays of green characters on a black screen.
She’d never thought she could manage to work in such close proximity with anyone besides her best friend Andre, but she and Gayle were managing to coexist nicely. They’d even worked out a schedule alternating Gayle’s classic rock with Dana’s classical, with only minimal grumbling from the other on their off days.
What Dana wasn’t managing was tracking down who had been in the code for the actuary tables.
She’d found the alterations without looking all that hard. A simple adjustment to the payout calcu
