Scathan The Approver Novels & Stories

Tanner demanded his eyes narrowed on Collen. Collen could see Sierra rapidly tapping buttons on her phone, looking back and forth between her screen and Collen with an anxious expression. Seeing this Collen took a deep breath, calming his nerves. "I screen applicants, do all checks and correspondence." "Ah a glorified secretary. You may leave now. I'm here to discuss a collaboration between Daphne here and one of our models. Possibly Tatiana." "HaHa so you are just some nobody? Get away from me." Daphne laughed and pushed Collen away.

"Should I inform them that you're unable to fulfill this task?" Stefani immediately shook her head and grabbed the folder, ready to start reading. "This is the new project, correct?" Liam nodded. "Yes. Mister Hansley was supposed to review them, provide feedback, and sign off on them. However, since he's not here, they're still pending. If you're not confident in approving them, you can leave them as they are." "I understand," Stefani replied, nodding. "You may leave now. I'll call you if I need anything."

she said quietly. Lucian didn’t answer right away. That silence told her he was thinking differently now. A knock came again before she could speak. Faster this time. Her assistant returned, slightly out of breath. “There’s something else,” she said. Elena turned fully now. “What?” “The West procurement approval went through overnight.” Elena frowned immediately. “That division doesn’t clear anything without my signature.” “I know,” the assistant said quickly. “But the system already shows it as approved internally.” Elena went still.

“He’s lying” Sati said to Kane, “he knows you are not on speaking terms with Indrani, it’s all over the dawn.” Kane nodded and slumped down on his chair. “No I’m not” Mordant sputtered out with a hand on his chest, that insolent smirk still attached to his face, “I have a written approval back in my office” “Shut up!” Kane raised a hand, “I don’t care if it was approved or not. I need to know what it is”

Normal, except nothing felt normal anymore. Adrian reached for the top document slowly. Almost reluctantly because some part of him already knew that whatever came next would only confirm what he was trying not to fully accept. He opened the file. The first few pages were procedural. Routine corporate language. Then, he saw it. A signature line. Not handwritten. Authorized digitally. Precise. Official. **Approved under primary authority: Elena Carter.** Adrian’s fingers stopped moving. For a moment, the room disappeared around him. He stared at the name. Read it once. Then again. Not because he couldn’t understand it but because his mind still resisted the reality of what it meant.

"Father? What... what is she doing here? Sloane doesn't have security clearance for a tier-one executive audit." Knox slowly turned his head, his green eyes cutting through his son like a double-edged blade. The sheer coldness in his gaze made Finn instinctively take a half-step back. "Miss Mercer does not require clearance for a meeting she is chairing, Finn," Knox stated flatly, his voice echoing with absolute finality. He turned back to the room, addressing the gathered senior executives. "Effective as of eight o'clock this morning, the board of directors has officially ratified the appointment of Sloane Mercer as the Chief Restructuring Officer of Hartley Global.

He expanded the file. Names filled the screen. Familiar names. Trusted names. And then One that made my pulse spike. Executive Assistant Approval Chain. My fingers went cold. “That’s not possible,” I said. Theo leaned in. “What?” I pointed. “Those approvals route through executive scheduling,” I said. “They’re processed by the assistant assigned to the CEO.” Theo went still. “Which is?” he asked quietly. I didn’t want to say it. Didn’t want to make it real.

"Been here eleven years." "Twelve," I corrected. "And in those twelve years he has had sign-off access on vendor payments, contract renewals, and procurement approvals. I'm restructuring that access but the transition takes two weeks. During those two weeks I want to know if anything moves through his authorization queue that doesn't fit the normal pattern." Sienna was quiet for a moment. Then: "How will I know what fits the normal pattern?" "Because I'm going to send you the last eighteen months of his approvals tonight," I said. "Read them. You'll know."

A man stood near the window, holding a glass of scotch, his back to the door. “She’s here,” Isha said softly. “The NGO director. She didn’t ask who owns the company—just presented the documents. Everything checks out. But… I thought you should know.” Kade turned slowly, his expression unreadable. “She doesn’t know,” Isha added carefully. A beat of silence. Then Kade’s lips curved, a smile, but something darker. “Approve it.” Isha hesitated. “Should I—” “Full amount. Immediate disbursement,” he said, already turning back toward the window.