CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
“Ms. Royal?” Clarice walked into Osana’s office that evening. “You staying longer?” She looked at her watch. “It’s time to go home.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna be busy here for a while.” Osana scanned the reports in her reading glasses. “I can’t believe that new accountant screwed up like this. This is why I don’t like to hire newbies fresh out of school.”
“Why don’t you let the senior accountant handle it?”
“He’s part of the reason we’re in this mess.” She read another jacked up financial report. “Thank god I have a degree in finance.”
Clarice approached the desk. “How long are you staying?”
Shad strolled in with a smile as big as Osana’s office. “I’d like to know the answer to that question myself.”
“Mr. Sidney.” Clarice fidgeted, blushing. “What can I do for you, sir? W
