Numbers Don't Lie Novels & Stories

The man yelled out. “That can’t be possible. In this pack house, we believe in trust and integrity. I would never steal a penny from any of my brothers. I recently disposed of an accountant that tried to cheat me. Why would I do that to another pack?” “Well..” the man said. “Numbers don’t lie.” The man snapped his finger and a laptop was placed on the table by one of the men that came in. He flipped it open and spun the screen around to Denzel’s viewing.

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed

That sentence didn’t land emotionally first. It landed structurally. Like something inside a system had just stopped being random. I took the paper from him and read it myself. Numbers don’t lie in ways people can argue with. They either align or they don’t. And these aligned too cleanly. Too complete. I handed it back without changing expression. “Run it again,” I said. He blinked once. “It has already been verified twice.” “Run it again,” I repeated. Not louder. Just final. He left after that without pushing further.

"You sure this is okay? That they won't trace it back to you?" "If I thought it would get me burned, I wouldn't be sitting here," Adrian replied coolly, his gaze steady, unwavering. Then, quieter, his voice softened. "This is the only way. The numbers were never meant to make it out. Someone inside's been laundering through ghost nonprofits. And I'm betting it's not just one person."

Laksh responded to the knock on the door. Laksh smiled as he saw Swara. "Welcome Miss Gadodia," Laksh said. Swara just smiled in reply. "I know it's too personal to ask you, but may I ask you why you are conning four days after seeing the vacancy?" Laksh asked. "That.. Sir.. I..." Swara stammered. "It's okay if you don't want to say. Anyways you are a gold medalist. Twice. I can't find a single reason to not appoint you," Laksh said.

Since this my number is not connected to my F******k account so I know he can't find me there, he now knows my name but there are hundreds of Rose on F******k. *I can track you down as well you know?* I said hoping to threaten him too. *This my number is not registered in any social platform so good luck with that* He replied and he was right, even true caller didn't show his name. Earlier tonight I was heartbroken now I am scared that my name will be sullied by the public, can I stand the disgrace, what will my religious mother think. *How will I trust you won't request for more after the one night* I texted.

Astrid’s POV Numbers had always told the truth. People lied. Faces lied. Love lied. But numbers? Numbers always revealed what someone was trying to hide. The late afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of my study as I continued scrolling through the financial reports of Woods Infrastructure. My eyes moved slowly across the screen. Dates. Transactions. Share allocations. At first glance, everything looked normal. Clean. Professional. Exactly the way the accounting department would present it to the board. But I wasn’t reading it the way an executive normally would.

He shuts the laptop. His phone buzzes once on the table. Unknown number. You’re good at pretending none of this matters. Another buzz. Same number. But I know what you look like when you’re lying. Liam stares at the screen. He doesn’t know how Noah got his number. But he knows exactly what the hell he's talking about.

He said after a quick glance “This is not going to work at all How many of these items are familiar to you so I can cross them off” I said turning the pamphlet to the front page “2,3,5,7,9,11,13,15,………” “Woah I am going to need a minute…….” I felt my phone beep “I think I have a better idea Give me a list of the ones that does not seem familiar to you” I hurriedly asked him looking for a way to get back to my phone “We have 1,4,6,10,12,14” He said and I pointed them all out

The Triadic Consolidation and the Price of Unaccounted Assets The high-tech operational trailer at the Nagpur site, designated for the Bong team, was a pressure cooker of escalating paranoia. Carlos and Nina, the administrative and logistics duo, were hunched over their monitors, their faces lit by the cold, frantic glow of their tracking software. Roberts’s phone remained dark, and now, Lara’s too had joined the digital abyss. The simultaneous silence of the CFO and the VP was not a lapse in procedure; it was a crisis of state.