Hank X Auditor Novels & Stories

“Don’t look at me. You’ve always been a pain in my ass.” Gavin popped him lightly on the shoulder. To Hank, he said, “You read much?” The big man shrugged. “Some. I talk rough, but that’s just my way. I read, yeah.” Gavin grabbed the satchel sitting on the stool next to him, unzipped it and rummaged through its contents. “What do you read, Hank?” Hank smiled. “Favor Robert E. Howard an Dashall Hammit myself.”

In an instant, Hank's right arm was cleanly severed at the shoulder, falling to the ground as blood jetted out. "Ahh..." Hank hit the dirt, screaming in a frenzy. "Second Young Master!" The other warrior, still trembling, hurried to his aid. "Ready to answer my question now?" Nevaeh asked after a brief pause, her gaze fixed on Hank. "You... You're a dead woman. I swear you're done for!" Hank, catching his breath, yelled back in rage. "My brother's a big shot in Citrakuta's Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he's in a meeting with some of Rackaham's top brass right now. When he's done, you're finished!"

"Tibial fracture. Improperly set. Nerve damage. Sensory deprivation. You are falling apart, Cale." "I am sustaining." "You are decaying." The man walked into the living room. He placed his briefcase on the coffee table. He sat on the sofa, dusting off his trousers. "Who are you?" Elion asked, standing next to Cale. "I am the Auditor," the man said. "I work for the Department of Continuity. You can call me... Mr. Grey." "Department of Continuity?" Elion asked. "Is that a joke?" "Do I look like I have a sense of humor?" Mr. Grey asked. He opened his briefcase. It was empty, except for a single black ledger.

They don’t know what it feels like to have thirty billion dollars resting on the bridge of their nose, threatening to snap the bone. My reflection in the glass is a joke. The sharp, custom-tailored silhouette of Xavier Adrian looking intact, but the man inside is starting to fray. My jaw is tight, the muscles along my cheek bunching rhythmically. "Gerald," I say, my voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Tell me the audit committee hasn't flagged the Hadley accounts yet."

A burly bear shifter came out from the back room, his long hair tied back into a bun, and his long beard accenting his grizzly appearance. My brows furrowed at his question. “No. Do I need one? This was sort of a spur-of-the-moment thing. My friend recommended this shop. He said you were the best.” “Ah, you must be the one Finn called me about,” he said with a laugh. “The name’s Hank.” “Nice to meet you, Hank. I’m Lukas,” I replied, shaking his hand. “So, do I need an appointment, or is right now okay?”

He mumbled. She chuckles, “This time Yoda found me.” She explains. Soon their conversation came to an end when it started raining. "We should go home now," Hank stated while smiling gleefully and carrying his dog like a baby. -THE NEXT DAY- Latton was summoned to Ripley International to attend the conclusion of the internal audit of the CEO and COO that had been going on for almost a month. Latton was pleased to attend and smiled gleefully as she stared at the building. She walked inside, and every step felt a wave of familiarity. Growing up, she visited her father in his office almost every day till she graduated from high school and did an internship till she graduated from college and fin

"Sir, please, you need to listen to me. It was not my fault; you won't believe it. If I told you that before I could even make my presentation, Xander had come out to present the same thing word for word, I swear with all I've got." Elliot and I exchanged confused glances. Then Elliot turned back to him with the same wrinkled face to ask: "What do you mean?" Mr. Hanks knelt upright to look straight at Elliot, a gesture meant to emphasize the truth of his claims. "Sir, what I'm trying to say here is that Xander had another copy of our presentation, and he presented it before me. Word for word." "What?" I exclaimed, wondering how that was possible. Elliot, on the other hand, stared at him weak

the assistant paused, searching her memory before continuing, “Mr. Hank.” At that, Mirena let out a short chuckle and set the sheet down. Hank. Of course it was Hank. Now, there were only two possibilities. One—Hank was truly as stupid as she believed, blatantly trying to embezzle money from her own project, the same reason he had been so insistent on pushing his own proposal forward. Or two—This was his way of trying to sabotage her. No sensible CFO would approve a budget like this. It was obviously inflated.

"My nephew has never packed light in his entire life. He brought four suits to his own father's funeral." "People change," Zariel said. "People perform," Harrison corrected, turning to face her fully. "I have sat across boardroom tables from professional liars for forty years, Mrs. Sterling. I know the difference between a marriage and a magic trick." Kaelen stepped forward, positioning himself slightly between them, his shoulders set in a way that made the entire room feel smaller. "This conversation is finished," he said. "It is finished when the board says it is finished." Harrison's cane struck the floor once, hard. "I am the Chairman of the Audit Committee. I have every legal right to v

"I must admit, Sean, I didn't expect you to have the guts to show up here. But now that you're here, why the sudden silence? Have you chickened out?" A collective gasp rippled through the room. All eyes followed Lucas's gaze, landing on the man who had clashed with Anthony earlier. So, Lucas was referring to Sean, the Big Boss? Hank's heart raced, instantly breaking out in a cold sweat. What the hell was going on? Before Hank could finish pondering, Sean's indifferent voice, with a hint of chuckle, slowly filled the room. "Still as presumptuous as ever, huh? Mr. Xenos."