Today's OneWord: Justification

Not providing one iota of justification for it, I managed to incinerate the entire year's worth of files with some gasoline and a single, floppy match from a set I had swiped from the Moonshine Motel back in my hometown. They were unable to discover that I was the culprit until two months later, when I had safely stowed myself and some minimal belongings in a one-story house in the California mountains. I did not expect the phone call.

"Hello?"

"We know you burned everything," came the raspy voice of my former boss. "Why?"

I snickered. "Because I don't think you deserve any more money."