One of the perks of being a loss prevention officer at Walmart is that I know where all the cameras in the store are located. I'm security for the entire store, only I don't wear a uniform like the guards we occasionally post at the front door as a visible deterrent. Nope, I am that six-foot-tall, raven-haired, brown-eyed, downright pretty and well-dressed, deliciously curvy and stylish young Middle-Eastern woman you see walking around the store, pretending to shop while secretly spying on you. My name is Amina, and I'm your worst nightmare if you want to steal from Walmart. You've been warned.
The store where I happen to work is located in one of those so-called sketchy neighborhoods. In the City of Ottawa, that's code for "place full of minorities". Trust me, I know all about the racist codes that white folks use to describe the people they don't like. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Lebanese Muslim immigrant father and a Pakistani mother. I'm technically a minority but I often get mistaken for Greek or Italian even though I consider myself a person of color. I get to catch racist white folks with their pants down since they never guess that I'm a Muslim woman. Believe me, it's a lot of fun.
Over the past couple of months, I've grown close to this guy named Suleiman at work. Things have heated up between us, to say the least. If you told me a year ago that I would get involved with a guy from work, I would have laughed because Walmart workers with their passive aggressive bullshit and their endless mind games, well, they don't appeal to me. Suleiman is different. The dude is new to Canada, and carries himself like no man I've ever seen. I like his style...and more.