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“Ms. Houser, don’t worry. Even if God is here, he will have to give you back the ID and certs and process your resignation. A puny guy like Sean Knight won’t be able to do anything.” Snow somehow felt relieved after listening to Noir. Andrius pulled out a cigarette and started smoking on the couch with his legs crossed. Noir also seated Snow beside them. The three of them sat down casually as if they owned the place. Hank was furious at their frivolous attitude. He narrowed his eyes and bellowed, “Punk, you keep this up, and you will know what color your blood is later!” Andrius and company ignored Hank altogether. Eight minutes had passed.

The inspector was back on his seat, frustrated. The recording device is connected to Vic's phone, giving him an opportunity to listen at whatever it's being said at the very moment ***** In the restroom, Hank had woken up from his unconsciousness. He felt his head aching badly. But as he tried to stand up, he noticed a bag of money tied to the side of his belt. He checked and counted it, and immediately, his headache flew off.

The Group sat and waited for Mr. Hall to speak. He was sweating profusly by this time. It was obvious to everyone in the room that he had much to answer for. But he did not speak. So everyone waited for news from the other sourses in play. After an hour or so, General Han came back to the office with a preliminary report on the audit. He handed Old Wilson the document and withdrew from the room. As Old Wilson looked it over, his face got darker and darker. He then handed it over to Rick. His reaction was much the same as Old Wilson's.

Hank spoke earnestly. “Oh, then we should have a drink together later.” Jordan mused. Jordan figured that since Hank was here to attend the ceremony, he must have some relations with Jason. Thus, Jordan felt he should be courteous. “Of course.” Hank nodded repeatedly. “Hello, Mister Grand. My name is Clark Hobbs. I’m considered your employee as I am currently working at a subsidiary company of yours.” Clark had resumed right after Hank had finished speaking. “Yep.” Jordan nodded. Hank and Clark looked at each other and wondered why someone like Jordan had personally come to attend the ceremony. They figured that he was not associated with their aunt and uncle since they were hardly influenti

When he saw Julien, he stepped forward and greeted him respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Julien. I'm Hank Gilbert. You can call me Hank. I've prepared an office and a bedroom for you to rest in. Please tell me if you need anything." Hank Gilbert was one of Harrison's most trusted associates. He used to be a top agent for the Department of Homeland Security. Iron-blooded and murderous, Hank currently did the dirty work for the Rothschild family. Although he only obeyed Harrison, he knew very well that Harrison had sent Julien over to take the credit, and once they succeeded in the mission, Julien would be the future patriarch of the family. Hence, he treated Julien courteously and politely.

“I have the information you requested regarding the missing auditor.” Aurora straightened, moving back to her desk. “Go ahead, Red.” The sleek tablet in her hand flickered to life, data scrolling across the screen in neat, efficient lines. Red continued. “The auditor’s name is William Greaves. He was last seen two days before your father’s death. Financial records show that Mr. Greaves was investigating significant discrepancies in the company’s charity fund allocations. I have traced his current location to a remote estate just outside the city.”

"I am launching a full, independent forensic audit of every single department, effective immediately. If any of you have been helping Hector move funds, or if any of you took a single dollar from the employee pension pot, I suggest you resign before the end of the business day." A collective gasp rippled through the room. A few men turned completely pale, their eyes darting down to the legal documents in front of them. "You can't just audit the entire board, Avery," Mr. Harrison protested, his voice rising a bit. "This is highly irregular. We have rights under the corporate bylaws."

Exactly one month later, I successfully started working at the Audit Commission. Soon, my team received their latest investigation task, and the target company was none other than Jett's. Coincidentally, Jett was organizing a massive strategy launch event, claiming that they had invented some groundbreaking technology. So, we included them in our list of inspections for the day.

Hank said with a chuckle. "In that case, Hank is the second T of T Faction and has the right to use all the resources of T Faction from now on. Treat him as you would treat me. I hope all of you will cooperate with him," announced Stan. "Thanks, Stan! I hope all of you will support me. Let me know if you ever need my help. I won't refuse!" Hank got up and said as he nodded to the others. He was excited. He finally made the leap.

"That guy standing beside Jarred is our org adviser—Sir Jason Castro." Sir Jason waved. I bowed politely. Then—unexpectedly—"Are you single?" he asked. What? "Hey, stop it," Van interrupted with an eye-roll. "And that one sitting between Jarred and Sir Jason is Hank. He’s the president of Human Resources." Hank didn’t even glance up—he was laser-focused on his laptop, fingers moving quickly over the keys. "She still hasn’t answered my question," Sir Jason added with a smirk. Everyone turned to look at me. Even Jarred.