Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

a dull, distant hum.

The man I had spent weeks viewing as my primary opponent had been the source of the leak all along. I picked up the envelope and slid it into my purse, my fingers cold despite the afternoon heat.

I drove back toward the UCLA campus, my mind repeating the numbers the chief of staff had mentioned. Eight hundred thousand dollars was continue reading …