Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

I held it for a moment, feeling the weight of the hard rubber casing in my hand. It was the pen I had used to sign the original incorporation papers for the Initiative, back when we had nothing but a shared desk and a single telephone line.

“Is that the one you always used for the final approvals?” Marcus asked, watching my hands.

“It is,” I said. “The continue reading …