Donald's POV
The quiet of my private office did little to soothe the gnawing anxiety in my gut. I’d just finished a tense call with a private investigator. I had been careful, using a burner phone, meeting him in a discreet location across town. No one at the office could know. Not yet. The missing funds were a gaping wound in the company’s finances. A gaping wound that was getting wider by the day. I’d tried to patch it up myself, shuffling numbers, playing with spreadsheets, but it was like trying to hold back a flood with a teacup. I had to know where it was all going, and who was responsible. The investigator had promised to dig deep, to unveil the truth, and I’d clung to that promise like a drowning man to driftwood.
Just as I was shaking off the unsettling feeling from the call, t
