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“Tonight, we celebrate honesty, generosity, and community,” she said.
My hands were shaking so badly I thought I might drop the USB. But I started walking.
“Excuse me,” I called out.
Heads turned. The room quieted one section at a time.
The Spring Bake Sale filled the gym wall to wall.
Rhonda looked annoyed. “Yes? What do you want?”
“I think people should see something first.”
Before she could answer, I reached the projector table, plugged in the USB, and clicked the file Leo had labeled simply OPEN THIS.
The screen flickered.
Then rows of data appeared: Numbers, time stamps, login histories, and transaction records.
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