"Lowell Dickerson, I was in a meeting with a client just now. What was that screenshot you sent me supposed to mean?"
"You should know exactly what it means," I said evenly.
Anger crept into her voice on the other end.
"Lowell! You can't seriously think I'm cheating? People go on business trips every month. How can you be sure I'm the one who bought them?"
"Eve," I said calmly, "you seem to have forgotten. When you arranged my position here, 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. Your assistant too."
Silence on the other end.
Then her tone softened a few degrees.
"Is... is that so? Well, maybe I did buy them. Must've accidentally charged them to the company account."
"Since you've brought it to my attention, let's follow our fifty-fifty agreement. Go ahead and transfer me your half."
I let out a cold laugh.