Logan Bruce Wallace's POV
Damn it, this is all wrong.
“Coleman!” I slam the folders on my desk.
“What happened, Wallace? I’m not deaf.” She frowns and gestures to the folders with her eyes.
“When I ask for balance sheets, what am I supposed to get, Coleman?” She raises an eyebrow.
“Sales balances, net income, fixed costs, everything, balances, I know what they are.” I don't like the tone she’s using.
“They’re all wrong, I asked for this month’s balances, not last month’s, and it says so right there...”
“I didn’t bring these folders, those are the balances I brought,” she points to the other row of folders, “I always do a comparison with the previous month’s balances, that’s why they’re both here,” she claims.
I close my mouth, she’s right.
“It’s simple, Wallace, I’m not quitting t
