Shaking hands held the envelope
open before his eyes as his insides gushed with wrenching warmth making him want
to vomit and crawl under the desk with shame or embarrassment; yet he sat
motionless, staring, hating himself for the senseless raging fight inside his
head and in his soul not wanting to do wrong but do right as his Sunday School
teacher always encouraged him to do when nobody was looking because this is the
moment of true integrity (who you are is who you are when no one is looking) --
to be true to his conscience or convince himself to rectify the situation with a
solemn promise to pay everything back in full restitution as he had promised to
do so many times in the past when faced with this very same situation as it
happened every year, year after year with envelopes exactly like this on days
like today; but, why should he fail if all he had to do was close the drawer,
stand up, walk out of the office, turn left, go down the hall and kill
temptation right then and there by handing the envelope and all its contents
over, forgetting everything inside that struck the chord of enticement ringing
inside every person rich or poor in every walk of life in every culture across
all time in every corner of the world since the moment the first man and first
woman in history chose to disobey their creator in the garden that day?