The Manila Envelope

Polo had the feeling he knew her, that he'd seen her before at school maybe. She was wearing jeans and had something in her hands, a small manila envelope. He didn't dare look for long, he didn't want his employer to think he was looking at her. So he went back to the business of cleaning the pool,. feigning the composure and resisting the urge to put his hand on his overall pocket and touch the envelope to gauge what was inside. At least until lunchtime came around. Then he could take out the envelope with his name written on one side, and glittery purple felt hip pen and gaze at the two to hundred bezel bang notes contained within it