JARED
The numbers in the quarterly report still were not adding up. I leaned back in my chair and read through the Swedish branch figures again. The mistakes looked too neat and just too small to ignore, It felt like someone had been sloppy on purpose, and that made my blood boil even more. I had already dealt with enough nonsense this week… I tapped my pen hard against the desk and made a note to handle it before Friday.
Just then, the buzzer on my desk went off.
I did not look up.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Sir, there is a visitor here to see you,” the receptionist said. “She says she is family.”
I frowned and set the pen down.
Family? During business hours? That was strange.
My mother never came to the office without calling first. Ophelia liked to stir trouble from far away. Nara
