Passion in the Vault
I was 22, fresh out of college, and had my first supervisor position at a local bank. I admit, it was a pretty cush job, as the hand-full of tellers I was in charge of were older ladies with plenty of experience and took care of their money pretty well. After a few months a new teller was hired, by the name of Vanessa. She was in her late 30s, a single mom of 2, and Puerto Rican. At first, I wasn’t extremely attracted to...