"So it's true."
Richard steepled his fingers. "Let's not use dramatic language. The process was developed within the company and under my executive oversight."
I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Executive oversight? You couldn't have built that system if I gave you the blueprint and a month with a tutor."
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His jaw tightened.
"You were compensated for your employment."
"I was robbed."
"Bennett, be careful."
"No," I snapped. "You be careful."
For the first time, his expression hardened.
He opened a drawer, took out a checkbook, and began writing.
When he slid the check across the desk, I looked down.
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Twenty thousand dollars.
I stared at it.
Part of me hated that my first thought was how badly I needed it.
That was the ugliest part of what he had done. He had not only stolen from me. He had reduced me to a point where an insult could masquerade as hope.
