The dinner receipt sitting on the table.
The logo at the top matched the same restaurant listed in our business credit card statements—charged under “equipment supplier meeting.”
My stomach dropped.
If Glenn had been using company money to fund his affair, that was one thing.
But if he’d been mixing it with charity events…
That was something much bigger.
The next morning, Colleen and I met again.
I slid the printed photo across the table.
She stared at it quietly for a moment.
Then she leaned back in her chair.
“Where did you say this was taken?”
“Three months ago,” I said. “During the scholarship fundraiser.”
Colleen tapped the image with her pen.
“And Glenn was one of the event sponsors, right?”
“Yes.”
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