Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

on the cold steel railing.

“Can you give us a statement on the family’s involvement?” the reporter asked. “Is it true his wife was directly signing the consulting contracts?”

The camera’s red light glowed, its lens catching the reflection of the midday sun.

“We wanted honest governance,” I said, speaking slowly. “Not a public spectacle.”

“But surely you continue reading …