The next morning, Naomi stared at her work laptop in complete, total, utter shock. The bank balance in front of her made not one lick of earthly sense.
What the f**k?
She had checked the bank account before leaving work yesterday, and it had contained just under ninety thousand dollars, thanks to an art gallery in Colorado Springs sending payment for a few sold items. But now? It stood at just under ninety thousand dollars – plus another million.
What the actual f**k?
Naomi picked up the phone and called Ryan Chang, the organization’s accountant. As she waited for his assistant to put her through, she stared out the window at the Rockies, her thoughts a jumbled mess.
Matt – did you do this?
There was a click. “Good morning, Naomi.”
“Hi, Ryan. I’m calling because –”
“Oh, I know why
