Cassandra
"Good morning, Bernie," I greet through the speak thru in the bulletproof glass.
Bernie's crow's feet expand as he smiles and gives me a faint wave. A small, light brown colored stain is visible on the collar of his white uniform top. Bernie presses the buzzer and I walk through the door.
"Good morning, sweetheart. How are you doing today? Oh, and what do we have here?" He asks, his smile widening as his eyes narrow in on the cup holder in my hand.
I giggle and hand him one of the four cups. "Iced tea, of course."
"My favorite. Thank you, Cassandra. You be safe out there, okay little lady," he remarks with a gentle smile. After I return it with one of my own, I bring my hand to my forehead and act as if I'm saluting him.
I enter the office and walk towards my desk. A quick
