The Auditor Novels & Stories

They were **Red**. And standing at the edge of the new forest was a man. He was wearing a tattered navy blue suit, and he was holding a silver pen. But he wasn't Ms. Sterling. He was the **Auditor**. The *real* one. And he didn't look like he was finished with the books. -

Chapter 33: Violettta The steady, rhythmic humming of the high-capacity office printer is the only sound inside the narrow supply alcove. I stand flat against the edge of the counter, my eyes fixed on the tray as sheet after sheet of the Mason quarterly reconciliation logs slides out onto the metal catcher. Outside the alcove, in the open hallway connecting the cubicles to the breakroom, a group of mid-level auditors are standing in a loose circle. They aren't trying to hide their voices. They want me to hear every single syllable.

The three sat in silence, the large screen silenced, waiting for the axe to fall—on one of them. The lead auditor, a woman in her sixties with a sour, academic face and glasses perched on the end of her nose, came to the podium. She did not smile. She did not make small talk. She simply opened a folder. "The complete forensic audit of Brian Energy's financial records, covering the last twelve years, is complete," she began, her voice as dry and exacting as a balance sheet. "Our findings are conclusive.". She detailed the procedure, the levels of verification, the cross-checking with foreign bank records. It was a recitation of due diligence that was, in and of itself, a rebuke to anyone who

“That's right, sir, the same… mmh… I think Johnny has a relative relationship with the head of the accounting division because all of this is audited, usually from the accounting department which is prepared… from the same agency from the government… the auditor…. So sir… yes, you can think about it again, how do you do it… because if you go directly to finance… it .... Won't work.” “Thank you… I understand that.” Logan walked out, indeed he had thought about it, even if there is an error and embezzlement of funds from Finance, it certainly has something to do with the auditor used, because all financial reports will be audited

I likely wouldn't even meet him. ​Auditors deal with the CFO and the finance team. We don't meet the Alpha dogs at the top. And honestly, I didn't care if the man was a Greek god. I just wanted to get the job done. ​One thing was certain: this trip to Seattle was going to be a headache.

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.

"It is you we have. Your parents are merely leverage. Whether they remain 'safe' or become 'collateral damage' depends entirely on your cooperation in this room." I slumped back, the fight draining out of me. The threat was clear. "Who are you?" I whispered. "You may call me The Auditor," he said. He tapped the ash from his cigarette onto the pristine floor. "I assess assets for the State. And you, Baraka, are a very confusing asset." "I'm not an asset. I'm a human being." "Are you?" The Auditor stood up. He picked up a remote control and pressed a button. A section of the wall lit up—a screen I hadn't noticed before.

I just had to fake them out until I could get a sense of what they wanted. Don't panic, Grace. Don't panic. You've faced a terrorist threatening to blow up the city. You can deal with these jerks. I frowned as a man entered and took the seat across from me. He was in a suit with a badge around his neck. The main seemed bored and detached, but his eyes were filled with malice. He pursed his lips as he looked at me. "I'm the Inter-Pack Auditor assigned to your audit. This unit has been dispatched to aid me and go over all of your records, and I assure you, not a single line or smudge of ink will be missed."

"Now it’s just a 'Physical Audit' between the 'Architect' and the 'Accountant'." "I’ll 'Delete' you myself, Hawke," Damian screamed, his "Calculating" eyes wide with "Total Sector Rage."

"Tell my father that he can't edit her out! If he wants to close this account, he has to liquidate me first!" ​"Mr. Sterling," the Auditor replied, stopping exactly five feet from the edge of the ruined car. "Your father didn't authorize this audit. The board didn't authorize this audit. The timeline itself is forcing the correction. Every line you write with her blood increases the file size of this sector. If you do not allow the trim shears to complete the format, the entire city block will suffer a hard reset."