The Accountant Novels & Stories

“And since you and him are partners in Indigo Limited now, I thought that you may like to check over them instead.” I sighed angrily, tired of Donte finding new ways to fuck me in the ass through business day-by-day. “Sure,” I said dryly. “Just leave the papers on my desk.” The accountant nodded. “I'll be in the lobby if you need me,” he grinned, with his hands on his hips, before he left the room. I grabbed hold of the paper from the desk, holding it out in front of my face. “Let's see what this motherfucker is talking about,” I murmured, as my eyes scanned the page.

With some help from other employees, I find the accounting department. Walking into the office, I see several heavyset ladies and one man. At the center of the room sits a woman with a massive teased-up hairstyle, furiously punching numbers into a calculator. Strange—I thought no one in such a prestigious firm used those anymore. There are computers, software, all kinds of programs. But whatever. The nameplate on her desk reads: Larisa Georgievna Kartyl, Chief Accountant. I greet her, introduce myself, and hand over the documents. She gives me a sharp, scrutinizing look from eyes heavily lined Cleopatra-style, snatches the papers, and without saying a word continues tapping away at the calcu

However, he is still handsome, not ugly at all. “For the time being, the office staff is just you and me. When I have a lot of orders, I will hire more staff. But don't worry, I won't torment you too much, my accountant.” Brian said while painting the wall. “Since I graduated, I have not done any job related to this profession. So, please hire a chief accountant. We will hire that person to complete tax returns and financial reports.” I looked at him, lowering my voice to request. “Rest assured, I can do that. Have you forgotten what I used to do? It's a small matter.” Brian pinched my cheek.

, another elder, elder fortune requested. I turned to Michele, then to Karen, then to Camilla, they looked at me with this reassuring gaze. Karen stood up on her feet and bowed in front of everyone. "Greetings once again. I am the accountant in charge of the accounting department. No money leaves or enters into the department without going through me first. Yes, I knew from the unset that you all are going to ask for the statement of account from the bank, so I intentionally visited the bank today on that purpose. The only mistake I had made was not going there earlier, the only thing I didn't know was that going there later would demand that I waited. The b

"No. I mean yes. Oh, for god's sake. Stop confusing me. You and I both know you're just saying you have work for me as a ploy to get me to go to lunch, because otherwise you know my answer would be no." "It's not a scam," Ethan rumbled. "We need your help. With all of our freelance work and investments, not to mention our lacrosse and hockey monies, we need help getting organized. Don't forget, we only moved to Toronto from out west a month ago. We've been shopping around for an accountant and everyone says you're the best." Naomi tried not to preen at the praise. Ethan quirked a lip and shrugged. "We only play and deal with the best. So, yes, we would like to meet with you to discuss busine

" I asked. "I was young back then. I guess I just had a thing for bad boys. Now look what it landed me in. "It was after he got his new job as an accountant that he started behaving like this." The woman said. "What's wrong with being an accountant?" I asked. "He keeps saying it's stressful and he just can't handle it. Anyways, eat your soup, it might get old." The woman said. She turns around and she leaves.

"First of all, you're all welcome." All eyes were on him. "To save time, I'll dive right in. Mr. Todd, as the financial officer, can you tell me the duties of an accountant?" There were indistinct murmurings between them. "With all due respect, Mr. Grey, I know my job." The middle-aged man answered. "If you do then are you aware that the company's funds are outrageously being embezzled?!" They whispered among themselves. Realization dawned on the faces of some.

he says and I ignore the oooh's my colleagues make on their way out. The door is soon closed and I'm alone with him in the office. He turns his back to me to pour some bourbon into two glasses then makes his was to me to give me one of them and I just look at him in hesitation before taking the glass. "We won the McKenna account bid," he simply says and I put my bourbon glass on a nearby table to literally jump up and down. An account bid is when various accounting firms fight over representing a company. It's usually some big company that's wanting proper representation so they ask accounting firms to submit their account profiles.

Alert! "I...uh... I will need whiteboards and several boxes of pens. And I will need all the books from 2008 to the present. If I could have them today?" Beau answered and inwardly cringe at her request. Most accountants would do it all on a computer. Not her. All the secretary did was incline her head and smiled.