As I clicked and typed, the clock ticked away the hours as I meticulously combed through every transaction, every discrepancy. Despite my anger with Alex, I needed answers.
As the shadows grew longer and the light outside the window turned a soft golden hue, I stumbled upon something that didn't quite fit. An order for supplies that was significantly larger than any other, and the vendor was unfamiliar. It was like finding a rogue piece in a puzzle that didn't belong. I printed out the invoice and took it downstairs.
The club was empty when I found Alex sitting at one of the tables. His shirt was partially unbuttoned as he lounged in the chair. As I approached, he set a tumbler of whiskey down on the table, his expression unreadable. "What is it?" he asked, his voice gruff.
I slammed th
