The Accountant Novels & Stories

“Besides, they're billionaires. I doubt it's anything. It's not like they're going to miss a few dollars out of their Scrooge McDuck swimming pool vaults.” “I'd agree with you, except not for this account.” I shrugged, trying to make it not sound like I was accusing him. “Due to how easy it would be to hide money in this account, the accountants are anal about it. They have to have receipts for everything. They track every dollar. This isn't the cash box for the secretaries where ten bucks won't be missed. This is a special funds account. They watch it down to the penny.”

What a bitch! I again turned my attention towards the ledgers. I was wrong. Seems everything was where it was supposed to be. Or was there something I missed? I pushed the intercom button to get a hold of my secretary. "Nancy, can you hand me the number of the accountant?" I asked her. "Sir, which one? You have a team of accountants." "No, not the ones under my employ." I needed a second opinion. "The wolf who does the accounting for the High Elder." She gasped. Ah, she knew who I was talking about.

she asked. “Fun isn’t me and you know that. Besides I consider myself lucky that my dad offered me a job at his company. It helps me gain experience, added to my knowledge, you know” I let out a smile. “I don’t understand you. You’d think you would want to go crazy before being locked down as an accountant for the rest of your natural born life”, she muttered. “There is nothing wrong with being an accountant” I argued. “Yeah right, I fall asleep just hearing the word” she laughed.

Then placed it on the rack with the others. I dried my hands using the towel placed on the refrigerator and headed for my bed. I lay my tired body on the soft bed and closed my eyes. * * * * * Days gone like the wind and the training for the accounting position were done. The outgoing accountant laid out all his paperwork and all were balanced and accounted for. He showed me his files of different accounting titles such as the company's assets, receivables, and payables. What things are mortgages and so much more?

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“Miss Jackson how are you planning to deal with your regular clients and Court Cases? “ he asked me seriously not moving his eyes from me Counselor, I said smiling. Don’t forget the Court is going to be working with a company, not a person! We have seniors accountants who you can choose from, in order to establish a connection, a trusting work relationship. We also have junior accountants who can deal with regular accounts. “ What if I want to work with you directly?“, he asked me. His question surprised me and judging by his expression, I think he surprised himself.

“From Park’s dead drop. The one she kept even after Vance promoted her. She was playing both sides right to the end. Cancer got her before I could confront her, but she left me enough to keep digging.” Marcus looked up from the folder, leg propped on a chair, face pale. “There’s a name here I don’t recognize. ‘The Accountant.’ Who is that?” Delia’s eyes hardened. “No one knows. That’s the problem. The Accountant is the person who moves the money. Without them, the whole operation collapses. But no one has ever seen their face. Not even Vance, from what Park’s notes say.” The room fell quiet except for the tick of an old clock on

She rubbed them softly, trying to clear the fatigue from her mind, but then it just felt too heavy on her. She was able to hold on a bit longer yet couldn't shake the feeling that she was onto something big. "I need to hire an expert," Emery said out loud to herself, the wheels turning over in her head. "Someone who could help analyze these financial records and hunt down any discrepancies." Immediately, Emery's mind flashed to a forensic accountant. She had heard of such individuals, who specialized in analyzing financial data and tracking down hidden assets. They are like detectives, only instead of searching for clues at a crime scene, they comb through financial records in search of evid

She replied calmly. “Thanks for honoring our invitation. You did well.” Rosa proclaimed with a smiling face and a handshake. “You are always welcome, Rosa, you know I'm always available when it comes to your case.” Caleb replied. They both chuckled. “Hmm!” I had to clear my throat in other to speak clearly. “Mr. Caleb, thanks, I appreciate.” I echoed calmly and gave him a handshake. “My accountant will reach you, please drop your account details to him.” “Okay, sir, I will. Thanks, also.” Caleb replied, and he was about leaving my office when the accountant ran towards him and greeted him.

The moment he stepped into the accountant’s office, he asked, “Have you been able to trace the account that made the transactions?” “Yes, sir,” the accountant replied, pulling up files on his computer. “It took some digging, but I found the trail. I’ll show you step-by-step how it started, with small amounts first, then larger withdrawals over time. This wasn’t a one-time theft….it was planned.” Chris leaned closer, scanning the screen. “And? Who’s behind it?” The accountant clicked through the final screen, then looked up. “It all leads back to one account under the name… Miss Vivienne Monclair.