“You do.”
She shook her head.
“With respect, sir, Richard can make working here very difficult.”
Alexander considered her words.
“Has he done that before?”
Hannah hesitated.
Then she nodded.
“He doesn’t like employees asking questions.”
“What kind of questions?”
She looked toward the corridor.
“About payroll. About charity events. About money that’s supposed to go somewhere else.”
Alexander became still.
“What money?”
Hannah took a breath.
“Six weeks ago, I helped serve a private fundraising dinner for the foundation. The guests donated a lot of money. Mr. Collins told us the final total was seventy-eight thousand dollars.”
“And?”
“The next morning, I found a discarded preliminary receipt from the payment processor. It showed more than one hundred and forty thousand.”
Alexander felt his stomach tighten.
“Did you report it?”
“I tried.”
“To whom?”
“Mrs. Mercer.”
Silence filled the space between them.
Hannah continued.
“She told me the difference was administrative expenses. Then Mr. Collins reduced my shifts for two weeks.”
Alexander slowly exhaled.
“Do you still have the receipt?”
Hannah nodded.
“A photograph.”
“Will you send it to my attorney?”
