The Invitation That Didn’t Add Up

Three months later, she appeared in my doorway with the brightest smile I had ever seen on her.

“Leonard, how would you feel about a trip to Las Vegas? Just us. A little long weekend. My treat.”

Her treat.
A woman with no job for months.
A woman living in my home.
A woman whose bank account, as far as I knew, held no income.

Mark stood behind her with his hands deep in his pockets. He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“It could be fun,” he said. “Like old times.”

We’d never had old times in Las Vegas.

Sabrina showed me the flights on her phone. Booked. Hotel reserved.
Everything arranged before I even said yes.

Forty years of audits had trained me to trust one thing: