“Yes, sir, that’s correct.” She felt like she was losing ground here. “But as you can see from the list of donors…”
“Ms. Newton,” Mrs. Webb chimed in again, her smile smug on her face, “We love the work you do here, but you’re...not a native Sparrows Ridgeian. I don’t know what your plans are for the future here, but once you’re gone, we will be the ones left with your...changes. Two million is a big number.”
“I am not a native, you’re correct about that,” Ivy told her, this time her hands moved to her neck before she forced them by her sides. “However, your mayor and the county hired me to do my best job here. That includes pointing out when...changes...as you put them, need to be made. I can promise you that through our donors, and fundraisers, we will reach the number you see on tha
