That afternoon, after leaving the coffee shop, grace headed back to the office.
Grace was buried in reports, checking numbers and ensuring everything was in order. It was a part of the job she usually enjoyed, seeing the details aligning and the balance sheets making sense.
Then, looking at the one clients set of financials, something was off. Something didn't feel right.
A tight knot formed in her stomach as she flipped through the latest financial reports. The numbers didn’t add up. There was a discrepancy, big enough to send a cold wave of panic down her spine.
She double-checked, then triple-checked. "Damn it." she whispered under her breath.
“Peter!” she called, her voice sharper than she intended.
Peter rushed in, looking slightly flustered. “Yes, Miss Jones?”
She thrust t
