He pocketed the roll of bills and left through the front door.
***
The next day, when I came in for work, I was sent straight up to Zeke’s office.
When I got there, I closed the door behind me. Zeke was sitting in his chair, looking crestfallen. Alex was leaning against the desk. He wasn’t wearing a tie, and I felt myself grow a little hot under the collar when I saw his open throat, the soft hairs on his chest.
“Lola,” said Alex. “What was the take last night?”
“About thirty-thousand dollars,” I said, and I heard my voice shake as I spoke. “It’s on the sheet, right? I printed it off from the register.”
This was it. I knew it. I was about to be fired. Or worse, arrested.
“Thirty thousand, six hundred and ninety two,” said Zeke, tonelessly. “Eleven thousand, eight hundred and fifty-s
