CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SEVEN

I rubbed my eyes and looked at my phone.

‘Fuck!’ I was running out of time. I had a few hours left and I felt like I hadn’t done a lot.

After a short while, I realised that, the amount missing from the account I handled at work was a couple hundred million and everything surprisingly summed up to the other accounts Ryan had personally asked me to handle, the companies that seemed not to be in business.

‘Were they offshore accounts, disguised as defunct companies? What account was the real one? The missing money, was it diverted into multiple off shore accounts or the money in the offshore accounts were simply sent into Marque and Co.?’ I shook my head

No, that last thought didn’t make sense. No one used an offshore account to send money into somewhere else, they were usually accounts meant to hold money.

I grabbed my hair in frustration, there was no way I was going to figure this shit out before tomorrow. I slammed my laptop close in annoyance and lay on my bed.

I turned to the corne