The Auditor Novels & Stories

"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."

She spoke to the person and turned to face me. "The Auditor wants to have a video conference call with us. She has sent an invite to my box." She said, and I nodded. Tia thanked Gail and hung up. She got her laptop and set up the call. The auditor was a pretty woman that looked like she was in her late forties. She had dark hair, and she looked like she was from Eastwood. "Good afternoon, Alpha Moon, Luna Tia," the woman said, and I did not know her name, so I just nodded.

“And by the end of this night, the Quinton history is going to be… revised. The 'Succession Audit' is about to begin, and I believe the auditor has arrived.” As if on cue, the grand doors opened once more, and a man in a formal, high-collared suit walked in. He was accompanied by a team of stone-faced aides, each carrying a tactical data briefcase. This was the Official Auditor—the man who held the legal power to challenge the Quinton succession. Derek Quinton and Charles Smith stepped forward to meet him, their expressions masks of professional neutrality. “Auditor Vane,” Derek said, his voice level. “You’re on schedule.”

The financial auditor, a sharp-featured man in a crisp suit, entered with a briefcase in hand, the glasses on his face making him look like a no-nonsense man. “Good day.” He started, glancing at his pocket watch. “I’m here to review the pack’s financial records.” He announced, not caring enough to read the room and ask what was going on. He always did this. He always came in to do his job and then left when he was done. I didn’t see the harm in it. Derek cleared his throat, his grimace from before disappearing. "Unfortunately, the books are currently unavailable. We're in the middle of our annual audit, you see and the records are not in the mansion." He said, spitting out the obvious lie.

“I will.” “Great,” Becky replies, her tone shifting slightly as she prepares to delve deeper. “My next question is this: What does your job as an internal auditor entail? Please make it brief,” she requests, her eyes narrowing slightly as she focuses on Elle, eager to gather as much information as possible. With a poised demeanor, Elle takes a moment to gather her thoughts. “My job entails being responsible for evaluating and improving the effectiveness of the organization’s risk management, control, and governance processes,” she explains, her voice steady and confident.

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.