The Accountant Novels & Stories

I couldn’t do that initially, not with her screams and curses echoing loudly in my study room. My sole focus was to get this paperwork done and over with as soon as possible so I could rest. Although I was the leader of all the businesses surrounding me, I still had to do a bit of work here and there, checking records and seeing if they were up to date or if someone has been tampering with my accounts, and stealing my money. This happened some years back, where a man who worked as one of my accountants attempted to steal a large sum of money from me thinking I wouldn't notice.

The screen was already open to my account history. The accountant, Mrs. Chem, picked it up first. She adjusted her glasses and studied the transactions. Mrs. Charles leaned over to look. Neither woman seemed surprised, not even a little gasps of who could have done this? That immediately put me on edge. "Someone has been taking money from my account," I said, just in case they don't understand. The accountant finished scrolling and handed the phone back. "I don't see how that concerns us." I blinked. For a second, I wondered if I had heard her correctly.

For three years, my husband and I had lived apart because of our long-distance relationship. Then I landed a bridal makeup job in the city where he often stayed for work. I planned to surprise him after I finished the job, but three days before the wedding, I sprained my wrist. I explained the situation to my client and offered her a full refund, but she refused. "Everyone only gets one special day like this in their life, Felicia! I want my husband to see me at my prettiest on the most important day of our lives! I don't wanna be anything less for him..." I couldn't convince her otherwise, so I decided to bring my apprentice, Dakota McCree, to apply the makeup while I guided her. Then I

“He insisted, over and over, that he had absolutely nothing to do with that missing money.” “Swore?” I repeated, latching onto that one word like it had teeth. “I remember him clearly,” she continued while she rubbed her hands together slowly like the memory itself was cold. “He used to be the accountant at your father’s company, back before everything fell apart. After the bankruptcy, we never heard a single word from him again. It was like the man dissolved into thin air the moment things got difficult.”

Seemed that not too many people were rushing to work for an MC, one that still had a criminal reputation, one that had just recently had a business blown up. Well, Wolf could certainly see why prospective freelance accountants were hesitating. He guessed that guys like this – with education and experience – had a choice of places to set up their high-end laptops and park their trim little business-suited-butts for a few months. Nice office buildings, with elevators and espresso machines and other people in suits wandering around, speaking in full sentences about money and budgets and all the shit that Wolf had no clue about. Which is why I hire a fuckin’ accountant.

Faint sunlight streamed through, highlighting the mounds of paperwork on my oak desk. As the head accountant of Mayer Financial Services, I managed the family's books. The stress of it all was evident on my face. The numbers, of late, had been telling a sad tale. Profits were dwindling. Now, we were in the red, facing more debts than assets. The situation had evolved beyond mere number-crunching; it was a fight for survival.

"I've always thought you do excellent work here and I'd love to help out, if I can." "That's exactly why I want to talk to you. I'd love to have you on my team." I take a deep breath. These next words are important. "You're a great accountant, Andy. You're discreet. That's a big part of our job, you know: keeping secrets. For our clients. And you have proved to me you're good at this."

Because when perfection started to crack, it never did so quietly. “When you say figures, what exactly do you mean?” I asked, studying his face. He leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing in thought. “I feel like money is missing,” he said slowly. “Not stolen in a loud way. Just… siphoned. And every time I try to trace it, the trail disappears.” That made my fingers curl lightly into his shirt. “My accountant can do that,” I said calmly. He looked at me, surprised. “Your accountant?” “Yes.” I nodded. “He works for himself. He’s very precise. Give him a few days and he’ll point out the holes like they’ve been circled in red. I know how many companies he has helped untangle.”

As I prepare to dive into my new role as the chief accountant at Carter Industries, I'm suddenly hit with a shocking discovery — a ton of money's gone missing from the company's account. I'm staring at my computer screen, and it's lit up like a Christmas tree with red alerts. Money in ten digits– poof, gone! The screen's taunting me with a big fat 0.00. My mind's racing: Did I mess up? Did I press the wrong button? I'm freaking out, replaying my last moves. Holy… Crap...

I went straight to the assistant accountant's office and saw some files scattered all over the man’s desk. At first, I ignored it, thinking that it was just one of the normal works that were done to give reports. However, something kept pushing me to see what was going on. I picked up one of the files and scanned through. I saw that it was the accounts of income that were realized over the last month. I dropped it back on the desk, ready to move out of the office and visit that of the manager’s where I knew that the main accounts recording would be.