Third, the prenatal care, tucked into the books under the bland heading of employee wellness expenditures, as though a mistress’s pregnancy were a flu shot.

And fourth — the one that turned a scandal into a crime with my name on it — a forged internal approval that had greased the largest of the transfers, bearing, at the bottom, my own electronic signature, applied to a document I had never seen.

“Every transfer is traced,” I told the board.

“Miss Reed has the full chain, source to destination, and it will stand up to any auditor you care to bring.

The original server logs are intact.”