Gabriela Sanchez sighed as she checked her watch for the umpteenth time.  They were late and they couldn't leave the bank until the security van came to collect the money and bonds they had in the safe.  It was a long weekend, Saturday, Sunday & Monday away from work.  They couldn't leave anything over a few thousand in the safe.  They had in excess of half a million waiting to be collected.  Neither her or Sally could leave, bank policy was to have two members of staff on the premises when a collection was due.<br/><br/>Gabriela was the manager, Sally her assistant.  There were a couple of part timers who covered shifts but the main work was done by the two women.  Both nice looking, well thought of.  Gabby hoped Sally had nothing planned for the evening, it could be a long one.  Looking at her watch again she sighed, "I am sorry to keep you here Sally.  The truck was due an hour ago." She said, noting the time was almost 6pm.<br/><br/>The bank wasnt very big.  A small lobby with two cashiers desk.  An office to discuss loans and any problems the customers might have.  There was a small break room with a table, four chairs, sink, fridge and worktop.  Gabby had an office, nothing large but it was comfortable with a desk, small sofa and two chairs. Then there was the small restroom.  Not big but plenty big enough for the sleepy town they served.<br/><br/>Gabby had been born and raised in town, worked at the Bank since she was 18, now she was the manager.  She was well liked and respected, no one asked why she wasn't married.  That had been scandal a few years back, but now people knew she wasnt into men.  It had caused a sensation for a little while until the townsfolk realised she was still a nice normal woman.  Now she had a lovely little house on the outskirts of town.<br/><br/>The truck though was getting later.  She wanted to return to her cosy little home, feed her cat and snuggle up and watch a film.  But that wasnt happening until the truck came.<br/><br/>