Peaches, much in the way of "I will fill in my expenses as I see fit and you will NOT question me" (while thumping hand on desk and leaning over in menacing fashion) - these were totally fictional expenses, this was a director who was already paid a fucking fortune given he used to swan into work late (because, by his own admission, he wanted to get the cheap fare into work), pretend to work from home but never produce any work, invite all his mates on paid-for nights out (masquerading as fundraising) and make sure he got top hotel room.
And worse from the other director - who did all the same things but while making damn sure her members of staff suffered. Oh, and made up hospital appointments so she could have the afternoon off. And a whole raft of other unpleasant, bullying things, which, taken individually wouldn't be too irritating, but added up were enough to cause a nervous breakdown.
And neither of them did a stroke of work if they could possibly help it and both were pretty much utterly incompetent whenever they did.
At least six members of staff left directly because of this woman and indirectly because of this man. The trustees weren't interested. Twunts.