Forty-One Thousand Two Hundred Dollars Hidden in the Cardboard Box
“Tell me where the money went, Susan.”
Susan pressed her lips together and slid her glasses up the bridge of her nose with her index finger.
“Without a secondary signature authorization form on file, I’m legally restricted from printing a detailed transaction history for a zero-balance ledger,” Susan said.
“Susan, we sat next to each other in home economics.”
“I could be fired on the spot for a corporate compliance violation, Ronnie,” she whispered, leaning over the marble top.
She reached out and turned the flat-screen monitor two inches to the left.