If only she knew how I watched her, how I hung on every word. If only she knew why I altered my path to intercept hers. What would have changed? Her naivety made her vulnerable to all of us. I scanned the faces before me. They were all so unaware of what lay beneath the glum surface of their debits and credits, or at least most of them were naïve to the crimes taking place on the other side of the cubicle wall.
She caught my attention as she stared at my coffee cup so intently. That simple act pegged her as my first target for no other reason than that. I attempted to smile her way, but it went unnoticed. I depended on this characteristic, even counted on it when trying to get closer. The more unaware the person was, the more vulnerable they became. It made my job so much easier.