The Accountant Novels & Stories

Her lips pressed into a faint line, and she turned her attention to her husband, like my words barely deserved acknowledgement. Jacob’s father gave a small chuckle, shaking his head. “An accountant,” he said, drawing the word out like it was something unpleasant on his tongue. “Well, that’s certainly… different. Still, not quite the same as being a lawyer, is it? In society, those roles sit on very different shelves.” I smiled. Not wide. Not fake. Just enough. I picked up my water glass, took a small sip, and then calmly set it down. “I’m not just an accountant,” I said clearly, letting the words carry across the table. “I’m the Chief Financial Officer of Kane Group.”

When, it came to me something that might work. I got up without a word, went to my desk, and picked up my phone to Skype the accountant. Thank goodness he picked on the fourth ring. I started making suggestions to the accountant and he started taking notes of everything. Then, he brought out the accounting ledger on his desktop and we began looking to it together, and then was when I discovered some discrepancies. Someone had been changing figures, and the person was doing it smartly that if one didn't look properly and carefully. Little zeros behind company expenses, that added up to the big things. I already knew who was the s

“Oh! But when they found a new person I'll love to come back here” “No problem about that. I'll make sure the new person resumed to the other branch” “Thank you ma'am” “You are welcome… I will love you to sum up the calculation so i can be able to handle it effectively like you have been doing” “No problem” the accountant said, and she left Marianne's office. Marianne sat back in her chair after the accountant left, gathering her thoughts. She knew the coming days would be challenging, balancing the responsibilities of both an accountant and a secretary.

she stated and I ended the call the next second. This accountant was really gutsy, it’s such a shame she’s so goddamn good at her job otherwise I would’ve laid her off a long time ago. She’s doubtlessly the best at handling dirty transactions and covering up slush funds to a point they’re almost invincible, it’ll be a loss to fire such a great asset.

Beautiful Accountant: it’s like he’s a jerk even when he’s not trying to be a jerk. Me: You don’t waste time, huh? Beautiful Accountant: Don’t see the point. Beautiful Accountant: Plus, can’t wait to see his face when I tell him it’s a sales job I’m leaving for. Me: Maybe you should go easy on him. Beautiful Accountant: What do you mean? He’s not a nice guy. Me: What if he is a nice guy? What if he’s just misunderstood? I watched the little dots dance as I waited for El to text again.

She repairs her Vail a little " I wanted bringing this files to you, it entails some accounts which need to be balance. The last accountant wasn't able to do so before he resigned.I just hope it wouldn't be too much on you" He shook his head, she is too nice for her own good " of course not its never a bother to me. I mean, why am I an accountant if I don't do my job accordingly. " " don't mind me Mr Jafar,i just want you to feel comfortable in this company "

“Accounting department! She is a chartered accountant so its accounting department she will be” “You are not even sure! Come in let me help you!!” The man said, the second guy went inside and Tomiwa’s father followed when the fat guy followed them behind. The fat guy entered into the small house build for them and dialling the accounting department’s number using intercom, Akeem was standing outside put his legs on the staircase there and looking at the environment. “Hello! You are calling accounting and auditing department, say------“Computer was talking when the fat guy heard a human’s voice.

The accountant's mouth worked, but no sound came out. "Do you know what that is?" I leaned down close over him. "Falsifying the accounts of a royal house. Cheating the family of the King's own brother of what is theirs, month on month, year on year, and writing your lies down in a book to do it. That is not a quarrel between merchants, accountant. That is a crime against the crown. Men have been thrown into the deepest cell of the royal dungeon and forgotten there for far less than this, and left to rot." I straightened up, the ledger heavy and damning in my hand. "Now. You are going to tell me who keeps the other book.”

“Mmm. I’m glad you did, though. These are great.” Pride soared through him—and through his bear. They showed their mate they could feed her. Nestled into the bean bag with food surrounding them, Francesca asked what he did for a living. “I’m a forensic accountant,” he said. Francesca raised a brow. “Sounds half fun, half boring.” He laughed. “Often, it’s both. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack. There are hundreds or thousands of transactions, and I have to find the few that show the crime—whether it’s laundering, embezzlement, or fraud of any kind.”

The last thing I care about right now is another pressing financial matter Maron Korolev might wish to discuss. He closes his laptop and leans back on the chair. “Yes, there is,” he says, his face serious. Really? I can’t believe this man! “I’m listening, Mr. Korolev.” No, I'm not. He shakes his head. “But there is no point in continuing this conversation, Ms. Williams. You look too tired and disinterested, and obviously can’t pay attention.” He’s scrutinizing my face. “In fact, you've been looking tired all the time recently, and I’m not happy about that. As the chief accountant of this company, you work with money. If you make a mistake, it will cost the company a lot.”