buckling as he reached out to catch the table edge. The proof was absolute, mathematically verified, and signed by independent auditors who could not be bought or intimidated.
Darla advanced into the room, her voice trembling as she spoke to the man she had married. “Daniel… is this true? Did you take that money from the operating accounts while the drivers were striking?”
Daniel did not look at her; his eyes remained fixed on the damning numbers printed on the paper before him. “I did what I had to do to keep us afloat, Darla! To pay for this life! For your clothes!”
The accusation hit Darla like a physical blow, stripping away the last remaining shred of her vanity. She had lived in willful blindness, enjoying the fruits of corruption while treating ordinary working people like dust.
She remembered her sneering words to Evan just hours earlier: Things like
