Account Library Novels & Stories

But to her surprise, the next day, Adora ran into Fiona at the library. To be precise, Fiona was smart enough to go directly to the reading room that housed the economics and finance section and that was where she found Adora. "Can we add each other on Messenger again? I want to start repaying you. I’ll send the first two hundred today," Fiona said, holding out her phone. Since she’d changed numbers, her old account had been deactivated. Adora raised a brow. "You already have money?"

I asked very lost. “Use your work card.” She told me. “My what?” I asked totally lost. “We all have a work card and our work cards can be used to pay for stuff that we needed at work which after every month is usually reviewed by the accountants in the accounting department.” She said. “How come you don’t know about this? Isn’t it in Anna’s notes.” “It’s my first day of the job and I’m already losing it.” I told her as I raked my head and then I remembered that I was running out of time.”

"Start talking. First account number. All of it." Sienna took a breath. Started reciting. "CH93 0076 2011 6238 5295 7. Routing code 637281. Password November-Seven-Seven-Delta-Kilo." Almeida typed. Waited. His phone pinged. His eyes widened slightly. "Next one." She gave him the second account. Then the third. Then the fourth. Each time, Almeida verified. Each time, his smile grew. By the tenth account, he was laughing. "You actually did it. You actually memorized all of them."

"We've got a situation. Bank sent a courier. Your primary credit limit is maxed out due to emergency administrative fees and Saintess donations over the last six months." I frowned, eyes still tracking Lumira's silver hair catching the morning light. "Maxed? That's impossible. The Fenrir accounts are bottomless." "The primary ones are." Caleb tapped a line on the letter. "They're asking about authorizing a transfer from your 7th Account to cover overflow. Old vault. Dormant for some time." I paused. "7th Account? I've never heard of a 7th Account." "Flagged under restricted clause." Caleb shrugged. "Old blood-law stuff. Sign the authorization or let it default?"

Austin asked as he scanned the audit report and marked off the first account number. "That's what I'm working on now," Angelo replied and moved on to the second account. "The one ending in 7084 belongs to a C. Charleston." "Could they be new suppliers?" Tim cut in before they could move on to the third account. "I doubt it," replied Angelo. "If they were suppliers, they'd be linked to corporate accounts with unique supplier codes. All three accounts belong to individuals. Besides, the payments are too small for a supplier." "How much are we talking about?" Tim asked since he didn't have the report in front of him.

“Most of them only have fifteen to twenty active accounts at a time, so it’s simple enough to memorize the account numbers. Russell James, while he was alive used that method, but Andrew, since he’s expected to manage so much more, uses an alpha numeric system.” Inside the cramped dusty room were several unlabeled shelves of document boxes, each with only the account number written outside to identify it. Evelyn flashed Addie a wry grin. “Looks exactly like a financer would organize it.” The other woman chuckled. “The last four digits of the account number are three, zero, four, seven. If you don’t mind searching that side of the room, I’ll search this one.”

Not the woman who had eaten cheap takeout with me at midnight while we argued over impossible deadlines and celebrated tiny victories like they were million-dollar wins. I swallowed hard. “There has to be a mistake,” I said quietly. “I hoped there was,” Gerald admitted. “But the account has been active for years.” “How many years?” Another pause. “Since the third month.” I frowned. “The third month? What third month?” “The third month after your company began, Karen.” Everything inside me went still. “What?” “The account wasn’t created recently,” he continued carefully. “This didn’t start with Lena. It didn’t even start after the expansion. It’s been there almost from the beginning.”

I take the same hand towel and press it to my shoulder, sucking in a sharp breath through my teeth when I feel the pain radiate through my body. While keeping pressure on the wound, I walk out and over to my luggage, grab my cell phone, and begin to dial. I take a deep breath to steady my breathing as I place the phone to my ear. It rings for a bit before I hear a click on the other end of the line. “Credit Suisse Accounts and Holdings, please provide your account number to continue.” “GR16 0110 1250 0000 0001 2300 695,” I respond.

When we had a great basic menu, I added all the beers, lagers, and wines to the order sheet. When it was done, I called the supplier Aaron wanted to use and placed the order. Dayton handed me a card with his name on it and I passed the details over the phone. “New card,” she explained once I’d hung up. “Especially for this place. This is yours, so every time you need to get something for the bar, you can use this. There’s a new accountant and he has a link to the account to do the books every week. As long as you keep your own notes so we can match it up, she’s yours.” She handed me the card.

I turn to Adreel and ask. “What the fuck is going on?” “Lucien, I want you to listen to me very carefully,” I frown, and he continues. “The company’s account is draining like there’s a massive leak. In five minutes, we’d have nothing left.” “What?!” Before I can say another word, one of the analysts rushes toward us with a pad, and Adreel asks, “What’s the situation looking like?” “Sir, the primary account’s been compromised.” “How much?”