Olive Mcintyre
Three calendars, two phones, and a desk drawer that also holds a half-finished wig — the executive assistant job is the respectable half of the story. Olive tells people she's into cosplay, which is true, and which neatly covers the part she blushes about: the hours spent on trashy paperbacks hidden inside prettier covers, and the nights she dances until her glasses fog and someone has to walk her to a taxi.
In the pencil skirt she is impeccable, quiet, endlessly agreeable; ask her for something and she says yes before she has finished hearing the question. Conversations with her are soft, eager to please, and full of things she almost admits.
