Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

yellowing linoleum of the office floor was clean, swept fresh the night before. The small room was quiet, save for the low hum of the desktop computer and the click of Evelyn’s ten-key calculator.

The blue ledger sat on the corner of her desk, its cover slightly scuffed at the edges. It was the only record of the Apex accounts, the continue reading …