âIdentification, please.â
I fumble for my fake ID card, my hands so sweaty it slips out of my hand a couple times before I can yank it out of my too-small pocket. Iâm wearing a business suit that makes me look like some kind of boss-woman. Itâs extremely uncomfortable.
I press the card to the scanner, my heart beating so loud in my head I can hardly hear the approving beep. The doors slide open...