On Friday, he had told me to hand over the passwords.
Now he wanted the knowledge he had dismissed as unnecessary.
“I documented the risks before I left, Harold. You received that report.”
Another silence.
“We don’t have time to argue about the past.”
“I’m not arguing. I’m telling you what happened.”
“Can you come in and help us?”
I considered the question.
I could have said yes.
I could have driven to the office, taken over the reconciliation, and worked until every affected employee had been paid.
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