Evelyn POVA week had passed since that disastrous first staff meeting, and I felt like I'd aged a decade. Every muscle in my body ached from tension, and I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept more than four hours straight.I was sitting in my father's old office—my office now, I kept reminding myself—surrounded by stacks of financial documents, audit reports, and spreadsheets. Grace sat across from me, along with five other staff members she'd vouched for as trustworthy: Michael from accounting, Sarah from operations, David from IT, Mira from logistics, and Jerome from finance.We’ve been working tirelessly to conduct an internal audit, sifting through years of records and paperwork."Show me the accounts one more time," I said to Michael, rubbing my tired eyes.Michael pulled out a thick folder and spread several bank statements across the desk. "Here," he said, pointing to a series of highlighted transactions. "Every month for the past eighteen months, money has been leaving
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