Thirty-Six Pages of Bank Receipts and the Chicago Mortgage Transfer I Finally Canceled

I hit the answer button on the steering wheel.

“Hi, David.”

“Naomi, I just finished going over the server logs from yesterday’s database migration,” David said.

His voice was brisk, with the hum of the corporate office behind it.

“You forgot to set the administrative security flags on three of the customer accounts.”

“I fixed those permission flags before five o’clock yesterday,” I said, holding the stack of bank papers flat on my lap.

“You never forget security flags,” David said.