Kurtis POV
The moment I sat across from Lyra, the weight of the situation bore down on me. The reports lay sprawled across the table like a battlefield, each number a weapon aimed at the integrity of our company. The tension in the room was thick, but it was Lyra’s sharp, no-nonsense gaze that anchored me.
"Kurtis, this isn’t just a minor oversight," she began her voice steady but with an edge that demanded attention. She tapped the pages with her pen, her movements precise and deliberate. "Whoever’s behind this knows exactly what they’re doing. These aren’t errors, they’re calculated moves to siphon money."
I leaned back, running a hand through my hair. "You think I don’t know that? I’ve been poring over these numbers for days, trying to make sense of it all. But every lead feels like
