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"What is this?" Renard fumed at Taylor, "I asked for an accurate list. What is this, Taylor?"

"Sir, I-I worked on it all night--

"This is not good enough," he grabbed both end of the spreadsheet and symmetrically tore it before disposing it into the shredder. "Make a fresh one, and do it right this time," He grumbled apathetically.

"Yes sir," she grabbed the rest of the file and started for the door but stopped halfway, "um Mr Renard, there was a report from the headquarter, I forwarded it to your mail. Did you get it?"

"What is it about?" Renard questioned with disinterest, his gaze fixated on the active monitor seated on his desk.

"A complaint about missing funds, incomplete accounts and--

"Enough," he stopped her with a sharp look, "I'll check it out when I'm done."

"Yes sir."

Renard waited until he heard the door shut before tearing his gaze off the monitor and sitting up, he grabbed a bottle of water and chugged down the liquid until it was half empty.

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