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Chapter 8 - Chapter 8: Chowchow

Adami was on her lunch break and she decided to bring her mother's egg salad sandwiches. It was full of mayonnaise just the way she liked it.

She work at a big bank so not too many people came in, but today she took on a family that all wanted to have an account.

The bank she worked at, Bancshares didn't offer any joint accounts. She often wondered if she worked for loan sharks. In total, Bancshares had at least 16 people tied to it.

Right then, she knew she should quit. Keira was in the small break room. She hobbled to the refrigerator and got a bowl full of fruit with the name Saida on the plastic wrap.

Adami wiped the mayo from her lips with a napkin and bit into the sandwich watching Keira take off the plastic. She got a bowl from the cabinet and used a knife to scoop some fruit out into the bowl.

Keira hobbled out the breakroom with the bowl without putting the plastic wrap back on the or back in the fridge.

"Uh..." she looked at the door in disbelief. Soon after, without warning, Phoebe Smith walked into the breakroom and instantly saw the bowl. "Did you eat Saida's fruit?" Phoebe gawked at Adami. "No!" she put her sandwich down, leaving less then a thumb's worth left. "Keira came in her and didn't put the bowl back!"

"Well that's Saida's fruit! Why did she go in it? It has her name and everything." Phoebe took the plastic and attempted to neatly cover the fruit bowl.

In Adami's mind, she just did it. She was the one that went into the fruit bowl because she touched it. And worst of all, Adami was a witness to this ignorance. "I'll let Saida know. Did you have fruit?"

She would definitely buy a banana and not take fruit from people. That was thief. "I didn't."

"Well, Saida gonna be mad." Adami watched the white lady click her heels out the breakroom.

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Adami went back to her seat and waited for her next client.

Working at a bank wasn't a busy job, unless it was rich folk and she had theorized that they didn't leave the house and everything was done by phone call.

Her client came in and had a black chowchow with her.

The dog was adorable with a black vest on and bow attached to the ear. She couldn't find the heart to tell her that dogs weren't allowed. "Ma'am, is that a service dog?" she pointed with her pen. She didn't care, the puppy wasn't doing anything. "This is my service dog Bedrock. I have anxiety. Are dogs not allowed."

Well, she wouldn't tell. "Did he go to the bathroom?" she pursed her lips. "He did actually." the lady smiled. "It's fine."

She took a seat at the desk. "What are we here today for?"

"I'm supposed to be getting money transferred to me and the people that are doing the transfer said that my card won't accept it because this is a private bank." she explained. Adami fired up her computer, "Can I have your name and card number ma'am?"

"Esme Hopkins. My card number is 4678-4444-7746."

"By any chance do you have your last bank statement with us?" her keys on the keyboard clicked. "I do." Esme took the vest on Bedrock and upzipped it. She passed Adami a crumpled paper. "I can make a comparison. Personally, I'm not sure of this particular place being private and the rest of my roster don't have issues."

"I'm the only one?" said Esme. Bedrock jumped on the desk, pushing the computer slightly. "Oh! Down!" Adami straightened the PC. "I'm so sorry." she petted the dog. "Can I ask a question?"

"Surely."

"Do you accept vampires?"

"I'm sorry?" Adami raised her brows. "Well, when I got the card I was registered with another... uh... company."

"Was this company private?"

"No..." she squinted. "You said you were a vampire? Like in a fanclub?"

"No." the dog panted. "I'm a real vampire..."

"Oh... well... we don't discriminate. Against... uh... interest?"

"Like... I have fangs." she opened her mouth showing her long teeth. "I believe you, I'm just not sure why..." she paused, she wasn't sure why she decided to come to work. The bed was comfortable, it kept her warm and the building was cold.

When she was at home. She would be in and out the kitchen. At work, she couldn't do shit. "Is this transfer like... a money order?"

"No."

"Ok..." she yed the dog who licked his mouth. "What are you receiving? If I know, I'll ask my supervisor."

"So, no vampires work here?"

"Um..." she stared at her. "I don't know any."

"That's sad. But to answer you, I used to work for a car company in Virginia and they said they would send my last check."

"Most transfers go through from our end. So, it could be something over there that's not going through."

Esme nodded. "They probably lying."

"As always..." said the dog. Adami heart leaped but she remained still. "Ask her if we can cancel the card." said Bedrock. "Can you?" asked Esme.

"We can, if you prefer it." said Adami. "I can believe this nigga ain't a vampire."

"Are you a vampire?" questioned Esme. "Uh... no. I mean, like, sometimes; my grown ass like a little anime--"

"No, I said, I'm a real vampire. I just showed you my teeth."

Bedrock placed his paws on the desk. "You a nigga?"

"I am!"

"Why don't you have the gift?" asked Bedrock. "Actually, don't cancel the card. Can I make an account?

"Yes." Adami wasn't sure how to really reply. She just kept telling herself it was a regular day.