"Hilda Pruitt, I was in a meeting with a client just now. What was that screenshot supposed to mean?"
"I think you know exactly what it means," I said evenly.
Silence. Then his voice came back sharp, edged with anger.
"Hilda! Don't tell me you actually think I'm cheating. Dozens of people go on business trips every month. What makes you so sure I'm the one who bought them?"
My tone didn't waver. "You seem to have forgotten. When you arranged my position at the company, you also gave me one specific task: compiling the monthly log of all employees on business travel."
"And last December, you were the only one who traveled. Oh, right. You and your secretary."
The line went quiet.
When he spoke again, his voice had softened a few degrees.
"Is... is that so? Then maybe I did buy them. Must've accidentally charged them to the company account."
"Well, since you've brought it to my attention, let's stick to our agreement. Go ahead and transfer me your half."
A cold laugh escaped me.