After Getting Out of Pr*son, I Had Nowhere to Go, So an Elderly Woman Hired Me

“You have a vacated felony conviction and a sealed record and the only set of eyes I’ve ever met that caught the template before I did.”

“I didn’t catch it. You did.”

“You hesitated on it. In the conference room. I saw you look at the corner before I said anything. You just didn’t trust yourself to say it.”

“I’d like you to start trusting yourself to say it.”

“At what salary?”

“Better than you cook.”

I started in November.

Ortiz & Cooper.

Forensic Financial Investigation.

There’s a drain in the floor of the conference room.

I like it too.

PART 5 — FINAL

The first client who walked through our door after my name went on it was a woman named Teresa.

Fifty-eight. A dry cleaner in Reynoldsburg. Her son had been “helping with the books” for three years and the bank had just called about a line of credit she’d never opened.

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