Novel & Cerita Account Library

"What... is this?" "Your bank account, Madam Anna. Yours." "No." Anna shook her head slowly. "No, that's not right. My account isn't registered at this bank. My balance has three digits — a zero, a decimal point, and two more zeros. You understand what I'm saying?" "Absolutely, Madam," Isabeau said plainly, her mouth pressing together to hold something back. "So why am I seeing — what is that? A two, and then... seven zeros? Isabeau?"

Terry pulled open the drawer and tossed a stack of accounts on the table. “This is the Black Party’s accounts. There are many problematic areas in the accounts. Find ten of the problems, and you win.” Adina took the accounts and sat on the other end of the office table. She studied the accounts carefully. When LaStar Technology Corporation was set up in the beginning, it did not hire an accountant. Therefore, Adina was in charge of the company’s finances. It was not a difficult task for her to understand the accounts.

Benita said softly, stepping up to the counter and nudging my shoulder gently with her own. She slid a plain, unbranded, blue plastic debit card across the wood toward the barista. It was the temporary card tied to the new, independent bank account we had opened under our ghost consulting firm just three hours ago, completely funded by the clean retainer transfers we had pulled back from the Lagos logistics registry. The barista took the blue plastic card with a hesitant look, inserting it into the bottom of the machine. Within a second, the terminal let out a short, cheerful, high-pitched chime, and the paper receipt began to print out immediately.

“That’s cover. They knew no one would dare question it.” Cecelia let out a soft exhale. “Which means it wasn’t just some middleman skimming off the top. This had to be higher up.” She pushed back in her chair, rubbing her temple briefly before her eyes sharpened again. “Go back. What account did this withdrawal feed into?” Rina flipped to the appended notes, her finger running down the lines. “Secondary account ending in 4421. Registered under a holding company. Shell, from the look of it.”

It was a voice I had never used in this office before. "The Alpha is busy preparing for the formal engagement dinner," Marcus sneered. He crossed his thick arms over his chest. "He does not have time to deal with a human clerk throwing a tantrum because her free ride is over." "I am the lead accountant of this entire territory," I said, stepping closer until I could smell the bitter scent of his beta wolf energy. "I hold the keys to every single vault and hidden account your Alpha uses to hide his debt from the Lycan King. Move. Or I will lock every system before I walk out that front door."

"Just the closing of the account." BANG.

"If any of you even think about disrespecting my mate, you’ll regret it for the rest of your lives. Spread the fucking word." Murmurs of obedience echoed around me. I turned on my heel, pointing to a man in the crowd. "Who handles the accounts?" The middle-aged man swallowed and stepped forward. "That would be me, Alpha. Jonathan, head of finance." "My office. Now." Minutes later, he stood in front of my desk, hands clasped nervously. "You wanted to see me, Alpha?" "I want a full report on the company’s accounts. Every transaction since the day it was founded."

Here was the arithmetic of Mrs. Anderson's life. Monthly allowance: transferred first of every month, no conditions, no questions. It was an existing arrangement. The household account covered expenses for clothing, events, and anything public-facing. Those expenses didn't touch the private account, the one that existed specifically to fund a life Luke didn't know about, opened at a different bank, registered to a postal address he had never seen.

"That would be too much trouble," Aveline replied calmly, her nonchalant attitude clearly frustrating Aaron, who turned to Lucas, only to see him staring intently at Aveline. "Lucas, you..." Aaron began. "Is it still the same account number?" Lucas interrupted, getting straight to the point. Aaron was left speechless. Really, buddy? Was that how he wanted to spend his money? Aaron couldn’t help but feel exasperated. Aveline nodded. "Yes, the same one."

The account is the grove's. ---