Allen Zhang sat beside her, smoothly placing a hand on her thigh.
Rena glared at him, "How much can we offset the taxes with the salary? At most, just a few thousand dollars. Didn't he agree to give you more benefits?"
"You are my benefit." Allen Zhang's sweet talk immediately made Rena blush.
"He promised that in the future, he will allow donations to the shelter, which will go into my work account, and I can use that bank card to make charitable purchases."
Rena thought for a moment, "But you better not donate too much, One Hundred Thousand Dollars per month seems reasonable. Because the order volume and cash flow of our shelter is only tens of millions of dollars."
Tens of millions? Just?
Who knows what Cooper has been up to behind the scenes? How can a shelter handle so much cash flow?
That's just the amount recorded in the projects, who knows how much isn't recorded on the books.
