Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

hinted that public controversy would jeopardize our annual grant.

Without those grants, we could not pay our rent next month.

The phone on my desk rang once and stopped, the red light flashing on the console.

“If you press this, they will cut our funding by the end of the week,” Raymond said from the doorway.

I looked at the brass desk clock sitting on continue reading …