The Auditor Novels & Stories

“I have the information you requested regarding the missing auditor.” Aurora straightened, moving back to her desk. “Go ahead, Red.” The sleek tablet in her hand flickered to life, data scrolling across the screen in neat, efficient lines. Red continued. “The auditor’s name is William Greaves. He was last seen two days before your father’s death. Financial records show that Mr. Greaves was investigating significant discrepancies in the company’s charity fund allocations. I have traced his current location to a remote estate just outside the city.”

said Sienna. “Hope they find the proof fast. I didn’t particularly like his last retort, Sienna. Be careful,” said the PA. “I will don’t worry,” said Sienna. Mary Jane got some light and healthy food from Lara‘s Kitchen and Sienna ate it for lunch. She felt much better and went over to the Finance Department to get updates. The auditor was at work and she spoke to him in detail. He pointed out the loopholes that he was examining. Even Mr. McAllen was there and he reassured Sienna that he would oversee the auditing and have it complete before he went home for the day.

“About what?” He pulled a folded printout from his back pocket and placed it on the edge of my desk like it might explode. “I overheard that the internal auditors are moving up their quarterly sweep. Logistics, finance, the whole kitchen sink. A few of your reports are part of the sample pull.” My jaw stayed set. “That’s standard.” “It is.” He scratched the back of his neck, glancing toward the hallway like he was about to be caught. “But I’ve seen how these things get framed. A single discrepancy in a line item becomes a scandal if the timing’s bad enough.”

The name struck Miriam like lightning. She whispered, "No..." Joseph stared at the ridge in horror. "He's real." Damian looked between them. "Who is the Auditor?" Miriam answered without taking her eyes off the hill. "When the Council suspects corruption..." "They send one man." "He investigates everyone." "He answers to no family." "No Chair." "No Council." Samuel's blood ran cold. "Not even the Builder?" Miriam slowly shook her head. "He audits them too." The voice laughed softly. "I'm pleased someone remembers."

"Tibial fracture. Improperly set. Nerve damage. Sensory deprivation. You are falling apart, Cale." "I am sustaining." "You are decaying." The man walked into the living room. He placed his briefcase on the coffee table. He sat on the sofa, dusting off his trousers. "Who are you?" Elion asked, standing next to Cale. "I am the Auditor," the man said. "I work for the Department of Continuity. You can call me... Mr. Grey." "Department of Continuity?" Elion asked. "Is that a joke?" "Do I look like I have a sense of humor?" Mr. Grey asked. He opened his briefcase. It was empty, except for a single black ledger.

I assert. “Don't worry, I'll do my best for the company and for your fiancée, sir,” he says. “I'll get started on everything right away, sir.” With everything settled, I finally managed to speak with Guterres. “I need your auditor; we'll conduct an interview to make the donation transparent for my bi-monthly audit,” I say calmly. For a moment, I can hear his frustration in knowing that I won't let him manipulate the donations we'll be making.

A frown crossed my face as the caller turned out to be my auditor. “Why are you calling, Robert?” I queried when the line connected. “Sorry to bother you, sir. But there are some discrepancies that I am noticing in the accounts and I just thought I should let you know. Should I have it investigated further?” I inhaled sharply, holding myself from barking at him. “You should, Robert. That is your job. Since these are suspicions, I will advise you to keep it under the radar until you are certain.” “As you wish sir. I will have the said documents sent to you.”

“Focused morning.” I walk past without giving her the satisfaction of a reaction. Marcus’s door is open. Files spread like evidence in a courtroom. My stomach knows this room is where things break. “Close the door,” he says. “Sit.” I sit. He stares. Long. Slow. A predator waiting for pressure to make me foolish. I stare back. Finally: “I’ve completed my audit.” “And?” “And your work is impeccable. Contracts clean. Budget clean. ROI up. Impressive numbers.”

I looked at the signature on the bottom of the audit: Abel Hommer, our Lead Financial Auditor. "Lily, get Abel Hommer in here. Now," I said into the intercom. Ten minutes later, Abel walked in. He looked nervous, his tie a bit too tight and sweat beading at his hairline. "Mr. Coop, you wanted to see me?" "Sit down, Abel," I said, not looking up from the folder. "I’ve been looking at the numbers. Tell me, how does a three-million-dollar discrepancy in the R&D budget get labeled as administrative overhead?"

Dominic unhurriedly lifted his glass, executing a brief, mechanical touch against the auditor's crystal. "The financial ledgers of North Port process input and output data every twenty-four hours," Dominic responded, his cadence entirely flat. "If your department possesses an interest in verifying the internal metrics, the Kessler syndicate welcomes your personnel to initiate a full audit at your earliest convenience." "Is that so?" The Chief Auditor let out a short, dry laugh. He then shifted his weight, his sharp eyes locking directly onto Avery.