“You want me to shut it down?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“Let them finish.”
She studied me.
“What do you need?”
“Everything. Every charge. Tonight and the last event.”
“I already started.”
An hour later, the invoice sat in my hands.
Forty-eight thousand dollars.
Plus twelve thousand unpaid.
Sixty thousand total.
Not emotion.
Not drama.
Just numbers.
Truth.
When I walked back into the room, Evelyn was still smiling.
