Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

shirt was sitting behind my old mahogany desk, sorting through a stack of yellow legal pads. This was Marcus Vance, the interim director the board had appointed two days after my suspension.

“Lydia,” Marcus said, rising quickly from the chair. “I did not expect you until this afternoon.”

“The bus was on time for once,” I said, keeping continue reading …