She thinks she does

Alina sauntered up to the console. Rather than sit in her chair, she bent at the waist over the keyboard. Miguel's eyes were drawn to her, as they were drawn to any woman who was so confident in her skin. Without even looking back, she knew he was watching.

'Women always know,' he thought to himself. She gives her hips a little wiggle, as if reading his mind. She began typing on the keyboard.

"And now, Miss Tammi, it's time for you to pay-"

The prompt flashed red. Tammi chuckled.

"A bet is a bet," the redhead said.

Alina's face turned into a scowl. "This isn't over, I know this," she muttered to herself.

She typed the password again and the red prompted popped up again.

"You'd better just concede," Tammi said. She cocked her head and gestured to Miguel. "The longer you spend bent over that keyboard, the more ideas he's gonna get." Miguel shifted his erection in his pants. His mind was indeed working a mile a minute.

"I'm not ready to surrender yet," Alina said. She opened up a separate program, and after tapping a few keys, the image on the wall of monitors changed. Instead of dozens of views around the island, there was only one. The perspective was strange, Miguel couldn't place it...

"Oh, you cheating ass bitch!" Tammi said. The camera was looking down from the ceiling right over Tammi's desk. It was recorded from earlier, so her station was empty, as was Alina's. Tammi entered from the bottom of the frame and sat down at her terminal.

Miguel looked at the timestamp in the corner, it was reading out 3:30 AM. Graveyard shift. On screen, Alina watched as Tammi leaned over and typed her password into the computer...

"Got you now, Red," Alina said. She laughed as she typed in the same password as she saw on screen...