In the process of finding the contradictions, Tyler's jaw tightened as his eyes searched the data that were displayed on the computer.
Only the rhythmic tapping of his finger against the glass-topped desk could be heard in his office, which was otherwise completely quiet.
During the course of this week, this was the third time that the numbers did not add up. There was something deliberate about it, something that he could not yet see but could feel like a slow tightening of a noose at the same time.
In the process of looking for the anomaly that had evaded his attention, he navigated through yet another spreadsheet, cross-referencing the details contained inside it.
As he came to the idea that it wasn't just poor work, but that someone was leaking information, a sour taste coated
