Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

gold lettering of my name had already been scraped away. A faint shadow of the glue remained, a pale gray outline on the frosted glass that looked like a draft of a letter someone had decided not to send.

Inside, the office was quiet, though the window air conditioner was humming its steady, vibrating tune. A young man with short hair and a neat blue continue reading …