After Giving the Boss the Cash, the Framing Intern Regretted

When I pulled open the bottom drawer of my desk, ten neat stacks of brand-new hundred-dollar bills in sequential serial numbers lay inside a black bag. I didn't make a sound about it. That day I made up an excuse to work late into the night, and once everyone had gone, I knocked on the boss's office door. "Mr. James, someone stashed a hundred grand in cash in my drawer." In my last life, I never found the hundred grand in that drawer.