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The accountant's mouth worked, but no sound came out. "Do you know what that is?" I leaned down close over him. "Falsifying the accounts of a royal house. Cheating the family of the King's own brother of what is theirs, month on month, year on year, and writing your lies down in a book to do it. That is not a quarrel between merchants, accountant. That is a crime against the crown. Men have been thrown into the deepest cell of the royal dungeon and forgotten there for far less than this, and left to rot." I straightened up, the ledger heavy and damning in my hand. "Now. You are going to tell me who keeps the other book.”

'These are the three files you asked for David,they were written by the accountant that left last year. “I have gone through it,but I suggest you go through it and compare the figures and the sales also.” “Okay Arabella," he said and collected the file. When he was done checking and comparing,he found out that the numbers do not correspond. “What is happening here?” He asked Arabella,”why are the figures different?” “This is to show that the present accountant has some explanation to do,”Arabella said. “It's possible all this was happening when you were in police custody.” “But that is bad,so we can't trust anyone these days? When people see you are in a predicament,they tend to take advanta

“We have the accountant’s login now?” “Temporary mirror access. Twenty-four hours before the system flags it.” “Good. Tonight you reroute the next scheduled payment to Darius’s shell. Not the full amount. Just enough to make him sweat. Say, fifteen grand instead of twenty. Let him think the account’s glitching. He calls Sandra. She calls the accountant. Panic starts small.” Kelly’s mouth curved. “Then we hit the accountant’s personal accounts. Small withdrawals. Groceries. Gas. Things he won’t notice at first. Plant receipts that look like payoffs. Anonymous tips to the pack auditor. ‘Check Elder Harlan’s books. Something smells off.’”

Clearing my throat, I sat on the edge of the table facing Rowena and asked, “Why would someone get their head cut off?” She handed me a stock of books, and as I opened them, I saw that it was the pack's accounting books. At first, everything seemed fine, but upon closer inspection, I noticed that some of the money was being withdrawn in small amounts to go unnoticed. Putting the books back on the table, I face the men who are there to give me advice and make sure the pack goes smoothly, but instead, they are the ones creating more trouble for me. “So, will the money get back into the accounts, or will you guys turn out like your friend?” I ask them with an edge in my voice.

“He fucked up. You want me to let that slide? “ I forced myself to hold his glare, even though my knees felt like jelly. “Think about it. If he didn’t catch it, then maybe the fakes are good enough to fool anyone. Killing him won’t solve the problem—it’ll just leave you without someone who knows the books. You need him to help figure out how far this goes.” Dante stared at me for a long, tense moment, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might shatter. Finally, he lowered the gun and let out a sharp breath. “Fine,” he ground out, his voice rough and lethal. He grabbed the accountant by the collar and yanked him close, practically snarling in his face. “Trace every single transaction from t

The spine creaked slightly when Don opened it, the sound of new binding, the sound that would fade with use but that was, at this moment, the sound of beginning. Don opened to the last chapter. He read the last sentence—the revised sentence, the correct word: the inside account is not the account you have of the thing. It is the account the thing keeps of you. He closed the book. He looked at Ernest. "It is the book," he said. "Yes," Ernest said. "It is."

"This is what our accountant has worked on for an entire day. I'm sure their minds have been overworked from sorting out the accounts for these years. Aunt Eleanor, Jessica, please have a look. Despite the poor business climate outside, The Gilded Tower has actually been doing well and has made considerable profits." Jessica's expression changed abruptly. "What? Profits? How is that possible? We just injected additional funds into the shop a few months ago!" She took the account book, and looked at the final figures. Her eyes widened in shock. "This can't be real! This can't be the actual account book." Eleanor frowned. "The account book should be real." "Mom?" Jessica looked up, unable to u

Chapter Thirty Nathan This was silly. I was currently peeking through my office door, staring at my chief accountant. It was odd and bizarre and one could ask so many questions. One, why was I peeking at all? I owned the darn company, I was the boss! If anything, they were supposed to be peeking at me. Two, why my chief accountant of all people? That had a simple answer though. My chief accountant was Chloe, who had her face buried in loads of printed spreadsheets, it was hard to find where the spreadsheet ended and where she began.

I added. "Uhmmmm not much things I did, but I worked in a bank as a cashier as I studied accounting back when I was in school." He replied. "Oh... so what happened afterwards? Why did you leave the job?" I questioned him. "Well I was just always getting it difficult and unpleasant at work because of the unrecorded disappearance of money from the bank. I was almost always seen as a thief and I paid a lot of money I didn't owe. I suffered a lot in that particular profession. I just don't want to ever be an accountant because it's not all rosy as it may seem. Yes they pay well but at the end of the day I just use most of the money to pay off debts I never owed." He muttered, his head bowed slig

she explained, crossing her arms over her chest and keeping her gaze on his, to show that it wasn't a mere scowl that would startle her “Maybe it's not very obvious to anyone outside of this business, but if you get your accountant to review it, I'm sure...” “For your information, it was my personal accountant who I was talking to.” he revealed, staring at her like she should be ashamed of herself. "Serious?" Rose blinked in disbelief "Well then, I'm sorry to break it to you, but you have the worst accountant in the world." “And on what basis do you say that about a professional who has been in the market for years?” Aaron rolled his eyes irritably. “With the foundation that three and a half