She sipped her martini. “I’m in security.”
“Surveillance systems?”
“Integrity management.”
I grinned. “I assure you I have no integrity at all.”
She laughed. “Companies hire me to confirm their employees are still who they say they are. If a different personality is loaded into someone’s wetware, you have no guarantee who’s behind their eyes.”
I checked my surroundings and my sidearm. The bar was crowded and noisy. Nobody would hear the gunshot; I’d be gone before they noticed the body. “Sounds interesting. So who hired you this time?”
Only then did I see her pistol pointing at me. “You did.”
Fine flip at the end. Reminds me a bit of Jeffrey Whitmore’s “Bedtime Story,” though it goes in its own direction.
Nicely done.