Not One Penny Less
Language: en
“Your expense reports? They’re gone.” Brenda, the Director of Finance, delivered the line with the same flat tone one might use to comment on the weather. I stared at her. Three hundred days on the road. Sixty-eight thousand dollars I’d fronted. Eighty-six flight receipts. A hundred and ninety-four hotel invoices. All neatly cataloged in the photo album on my phone, organized by date. “Gone?” I let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “Right. Fine.” Brenda blinked, momentarily surprised. She’d expected me to panic.