“Hi,” he said. “How can I help you?”
“This might be a weird request,” Angela said, “but I’m trying to track down someone who worked here back in the 80s or 90s and I was wondering if you’d be able to look her up for me.”
“Sorry, but I can’t give out that kind of information,” he said. “Employee records are strictly confidential.”
As he spoke, Angela hacked into his computer with Leigh’s power. She searched the system for anyone named Anita but the only ones she could find were far too young.
“That’s what I figured,” Angela replied. “Her records probably aren’t even on the computer, anyway.”
“Yeah, they’d be tucked away in a box somewhere,” the man said. “And our file room is a nightmare.”
Angela faked a laugh and said, “I can imagine.”
She focused on the receptionist’s eyes, and the location of the file room popped into her head. She began to formulate a plan; it was risky, but worth a shot….
Something tugged on Angela’s arm, breaking her concentration. She glanced right; Frederica stood at her side, one hand gripping the sleeve of Angela’s sweater, the other hand pointing to an array of framed photos on the wall beside the desk.
In one of the photos, Anita stood on the boarding ramp of an airplane alongside a pilot and two other flight attendants. Angela hurried over and leaned closer.
“This woman here,” Angela said, reading the label. “Anita Monteiro. Do you know her?”
The man leaned back and craned his neck.
“Nope,” he said. “Before my time.”
“Well, thanks anyway,” Angela said. “Let’s go, Fred.”
She turned and nudged Frederica back into the elevator.
“What do we do now?” Frederica asked.
Angela pressed the button for the ground floor and shapeshifted into the receptionist.
“I was thinking of coming back later and breaking into the file room,” she said.
Frederica was quiet for a moment, then said, “Why don’t we just google her?”