Hank X Auditor Novels & Stories

"Harrison is waiting in the anteroom with your compliance officers. Go sit in the gallery. I will give you my answer in exactly ten minutes." "Adrian, if you think you can stall—" "Ten minutes, Jessica," Adrian cut her off, his dark eyes snapping toward her with a sudden, predatory flash of pure, unadulterated menace that made her words choke in her throat. "Or I can have Harrison release the Swiss banking audit trail of your late brother's hidden accounts to the IRS before you can even reach the elevator. Choose your survival wisely."

Mason is sitting on a log in front of an impressive fire, smiling smugly at us. Hank gestures to the other logs, and we sit around the flames. “You three have some shit to work through,” Hank starts. “But remember that this is neutral territory, and you two don’t have the same authority here as you do in Constantine.” Kane and I nod in agreement, waiting for him to continue. “I used to serve as a mediator for the Council,” he says, “and when I saw what was happening on the street, I guess I just couldn’t leave it alone.”

Martin seemed uncertain for a moment before he quickly gave a report. "Ah? Alright. Everything you've asked for has been taken care of. Hank's assets have basically been taken. Not long ago, he took a risk to make a deal and was caught by the police." Mike and I were stunned by his words. The two of us seemed to have been frozen at this moment. We opened our mouths slightly and looked at Edmond in shock. "I already know this. Mike's colleague called just now. Have you found Hank's whereabouts?" Edmond frowned.

"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.

She stepped toward the podium hastily constructed by Hartman Holdings’ PR team…glass and chrome gleaming like conscience itself. Adrian passed her a slim tablet that queued the transfer link from Kane’s drive to the inquiry servers. Luca handled encryption layers, his fingers flying. The feed went live across three continents. Blue Harbor’s spokesperson appeared split‑screen, smiling the way men do when everything is about to burn and not their own. “Ms. Hartman,” he began smoothly, “we appreciate your initiative. However, recent audits indicate fraudulent entries under your mother’s foundation, financing paramilitary logistics through…”

He needed to be sure—beyond doubt—that no trace of those documents could ever reach the new CEO of MaC. To his left, a heavyset man with greying temples—Mr. Han, a former auditor turned loyal fixer—flashed a crooked grin. “Relax, Director Jung. The original files will never reach him. We’ve secured a duplicate set in Busan’s internal system. Only the ones we want seen are accessible.”

His eyes kept drifting sideways, and toward the direction Maverick had gone, like he didn’t want to be caught sitting with me. I straightened slightly on my seat because seeing Henry made me think of something…another possibility that could be a piece in my puzzle. “Henry,” I said. “You work in Titan Tech, right?” He nodded. “Guilty.” “What’s the big deal with the current audit on Prime Telecoms?” I asked, with a light tone, as if I was only innocently curious. Henry chuckled. “And here I was, thinking we were going to talk about the party. Or the wine, or these very fancy cakes.”

He shook in horror. "Xander is here?" Hutton gasped, jumping up from the chair he was sitting on. "I received a message from one of the guards now. Xander has killed all the guards who tried to stop him at the pack boundary. He is heading here right away!" The messenger breathed in fear while I watched dumbly. "Xander might be here to save her..." The Gamma mumbled, pointing at me. "It can't be!... The Xander we all know, can never fight his way here to save this trash!" Hutton blurted out, with anger written all over his face.

All of this is a whole different kind of strange to me, but I am so focused on trying to get Gabe to come back to reality that I don't really think much about it. "Sir, shouldn't we be taking him to a hospital?" I ask the man who is currently testing the limits of exactly what my car can do. I am still forcing my concoction down Gabe's throat and the man looks at me in the rear view mirror. "Trust me sweet heart. Where we are taking him is the best place for him." his worried eyes seem to be pleading with me to not ask any more questions. "I'm Hannah, by the way." I tell him. It's a heck of a time for introductions, but why not. "Joe" he replies with a nod in my direction.

Keith continued calmly, “We expect full cooperation from all parties throughout this process. The more open the access provided, the faster the audit can be completed.” Victor then stood up. No one interrupted when he took control of the room’s attention. “So that there are no misunderstandings,” he said while looking around at everyone present, “I will introduce the individuals who hold authority during the audit process.” His gaze shifted first to Tara. “Miss Tara Valmont will serve as the lead supervisor and internal coordinator throughout the audit.” Several pairs of eyes immediately turned toward Tara. But this time, no one dared voice an objection. Victor continued without giving anyon