How Four Hundred Dollars on a Lancaster Diner Table Changed One Christmas Eve
He slid it across the mahogany until it rested against Nathaniel’s sleeve.
“Martha Miller signed a full wage waiver on December twentieth,” Arthur said, his polite smile dropping into a hard line.
“She acknowledged receiving all final funds and released my firm from any further claims.”
Nathaniel looked down at the dark blue ink near the bottom of the page.
Martha’s signature sat clearly on the dotted line above the printed title of lead drywall specialist.
“She signed away eighteen hundred dollars in back pay?” Nathaniel asked.