Donald's POV
That morning, I had gone through the weekly finance report, but the figures I saw weren't just adding up. I had to summon the entire finance team to trash out the issue.
“Explain this,” I demanded, my voice a low growl that echoed in the unnerving silence. I gestured sharply at the offending documents, the polished wood of the table cold beneath my white-knuckled grip. “What is going on here? These numbers… they don’t add up. Not by a long shot.”
Arnold, the head of finance, a man usually brimming with an almost irritating self-assurance, looked decidedly unnerved. His tie, normally impeccably straight, had shifted slightly, a subtle sign of his disquiet. The rest of his department, a collection of earnest, pale faces, seemed to shrink in their seats, their eyes darting eve
