The Memory Painter

“What are you guys doing?”

Steve turned around. He was conspicuously dressed in seventies attire. “Neil’s helping me get that Renovo file you asked for. My security code wasn’t high enough.”

Linz frowned. “But Neil has the same security access as you.”

“Bingo.” Neil didn’t look up but continued to type. “Which is why I’m using your computer.”

Linz pinched the bridge of her nose, not realizing that she was mimicking her father. “So you can download unauthorized files using my access code?”

Neil finished and hit the return key. “Shazam. Piece of cake. It cleared.”

Linz put Bryan’s file on the desk. “Guys, I didn’t ask you to override security codes.”

Steve looked crushed. “Sorry. I thought since, well, since it was you.”

Neil handed her a USB flash drive with a wink. “Made you a hard copy too.”

Linz groaned inwardly as the printer started to spit out paper. Now it would be on record that she had fished for the Renovo file.

“Okay. Thanks for the illegal work,” she said, unable to hide her irritation.

Steve looked ready to melt into the floor.