Jules ran her fingers through her hair as she stared at the report in her hands, still trying to make sense of what she was reading.
“Signs of fraud? How?" She whispered to herself, a frown on her face.
Zee stood silently at her desk, clutching a clipboard like it was her shield.
Jules finally looked up, disbelief written all over her face. “How is Cross Tech suddenly suspected of fraud? Where’s the evidence?”
Zee's eyes flicked to the side. “Mr George said there'll be a meeting on that later this week, but for now, that's why they've been able to dig up.”
Jules sighed, her hand scattering her hair even more. “Just a couple of weeks on probation and George thinks he’s the damn FBI.” She grumbled, stashing the report amongst other files, then she looked up. “Any other thing?"
“No, ma
