The Accountant Novels & Stories

He said and walked out of my office. He had not left the office for more than two minutes when I got up and headed to the accountant's office. I needed answers and I needed them now. "Mr. Robinson?" The chief accountant got to his feet as soon as I stormed into his office. He was a large, obese man who looked like a big square in his black suit. But I had to confess that he was one of the best accountants available. He is an asset to this company, except if he is involved in helping to siphon money off the company.

He needed to check with his offices and calculate the extent of the damage. A new accountant, he stressed, they needed to hire someone, at the earliest. Because it had been their old accountant, the one they had retained for years now, who had been secretly transferring funds to his own accounts. * When St Just entered the rooms where Sean Kirby had his offices, the older man, in his late forties, straightened up. He looked suddenly ill at ease as he spoke in a fake cheerful tenor,, “St Just? Something wrong? I don’t recall any meeting set up…”

She instructed them. Alvero walked them out immediately. "I am so sorry about that Ladies and Gentlemen. I want to announce to you that we have external Auditors who will check your accounts. They will be here tomorrow morning by nine. Please, make sure to make yourself available. Like I said earlier. You will be here for a week. That is enough time for you to put together whatever you need to ". She spoke to them confidently while she sauntered around the conference room. "May I ask what will happen to the Chief Accountant?". Mrs Michelle, one of the accountants asked.

Cassandra said as she and Grace pushed the carts together with them. “$30,000, madam.” The accountant responsible for the payment offer said. “Sure! This is the card, ma’am; clear the bills for them.” A husky voice said, handing over a golden card to the accountant. The accountant was dressed more like a banker. She was seated in front of her desk, which had two computers on top of it, which she uses. She also wore a medicated glass, giving her that demure look. “What the fuck!” Cassandra almost squealed, but she ended up murmuring it.

I asked, wanting to ensure that I was providing everything required to facilitate a thorough investigation. The private investigator thought for a moment before responding. "Actually, yes. Can you tell me more about the people who have access to the company's financial accounts? Who are they, and what are their roles within the company?" I leaned back in my chair, thinking for a moment before responding. "Well, Mr. Harris, our company's financial accounts are managed by a team of three people. There's our Chief Financial Officer, Rachel Lee, who oversees the entire finance department. Then there's our Accounting Manager, Michael Patel, who's responsible for managing our accounts payable and

“Well, I will do everything in my power to help you get that information taken down.” I stopped my packing and took his hand, squeezing it slightly. “Thank you.” Noah gave me a tight-lipped smile. “I still want to know what’s really on your mind,” I continued. He sighed and looked away from me. He ran his free hand through his hair, but I refused to release his other one. “The accountant I told you about…he’s missing.”

The secretary turned his back and let out an heavy sigh, 'he is now a pawn in our chess board…' he let out an heavy smile and walks right out of his office. Getting out, the accountant is waiting outside. "He knows nothing, do the needful," he said.

asked Anna, glaring at the young man with a disbelieving look. Chris let out a little chuckle. “An accountant's job and tasks will be doubled during the year's end. Since I had to come back earlier yesterday, I have some more to cover.” He said that and looked at Ibrahim, offering a handshake. “I'm Chris, nice to meet you.” Said Chris politely. Ah, he's an accountant. Ibrahim let out an awkward smile while accepting Chris's greeting. “I'm Ibrahim. Nice to meet you too.” Chris looked at Ibrahim then his gaze wandered to Anna. “Oh, then you are not Anna’s friend.” He spoke softly.

I stare at the numbers until they begin to blur. After a few seconds, I take the pencil from in between her fingers and begin to write on a plain sheet of paper beside the binder. After half a minute, I turn to her and carefully explain how I got the answer. Once I'm done, a smile lights up her face and her green eyes crinkle at the edges. "You're a fucking genius, Alicia. If I didn't know it before, I certainly do now." Pride fills my veins and I smirk. Numbers have always come easy to me. It's why I'm working as an accountant at Harry's cargo instead of inside a hospital.

My stomach was rumbling for some food, so I just put an important label on the email for later. The accountants were always on me for this account, never the billionaires. It wasn't quite fair, but I dealt with it. I knew it was important to keep all our numbers accurate. It was probably just a forgotten private jet flight or some dinner expense that Gabe, Leo, or Bastian forgot to mark down. Since they were the only ones other than me with access to that account, I knew it was just a mistake somewhere. If it wasn't, there would be hell to pay.