I didn't dare test his warning.
At exactly 7:45 AM, fifteen minutes before my official start time, I was already seated at the polished glass desk outside Marcus’s massive double doors. My fingers flew rapidly across my keyboard, desperately trying to finalize the Q3 corporate tax projections before he arrived.
My heart was still a frantic, bruised mess from Arthur’s cryptic words the day before. I hadn't slept. My eyes burned, and my hands carried a faint, nervous tremor that I couldn't seem to shake.
I dragged a data set into the master spreadsheet, running a macro to compile the quarterly yields.
A red error box flashed violently on my screen.
Formula Invalid. Discrepancy: $4.2 Million.
Panic spiked sharply in my chest. I scrambled to hit undo, my eyes darting frantically across t
