Page 28 of Original Sins (Dark Odyssey 6)

My presence there was mainly to check on things. Donny asked me to do that from time to time to make sure everything was going fine.

I couldn’t deal with Carson today, so I’ll go on Monday when he’s not there.

I don’t want to taint tonight or this weekend because of the auction. When I escape into fantasy with my virgin, I don’t want the real world coming at me with all manner of shit to screw with me.

That’s why I dived into the other aspect of my job that shouldn’t make me want to climb the walls.

While Georgiou has taken over as head accountant for Donny’s bank, I’ll be doing something similar for the resort.

I never tell anybody the details of my basic work. One, because most of what I do is technically illegal, and two, because if people knew what I do, they’d have time to cover their tracks.

My basic work essentially covers my ass in case anything goes wrong. What I mean by wrong is in case anyone is up to shit like siphoning money or embezzlement of any kind. To check things like that out, I have to investigate everybody who works at the place. To do that, I have to hack their systems and do a check. If they're legit, they pass. If not, then I do more research.

Since I would hate for anything to go wrong in relation to Donny and come back to bite me, my basic work has actually taken me the whole month, and I’m not finished yet.

The first part was to get all the paper-based records for the accounts of the resort for the last five years. I always go with a five-year period because that’s when you can pick up trends.

Peter the prick delivered the paperwork to me in my first week. Of course, it was a shit ton of documents. I needed to run through them first to make sure everything online checks out, especially where Donny cleans money from the prostitution ring. If the feds were to investigate him, I want to make sure that money is as clean as can be.

I started the online checks a few hours ago and just focused on the staff. I’m doing it in alphabetical order as opposed to the job role. I’m currently at M, so Peter has the misfortune of being in that batch.

On Monday I’ll do the rest.

There’s a knock at my door. I’m not expecting anyone because no one talks to me unless they have to. It’s also fucking late, and I don’t want any extra stress.

“Come in,” I call out even though in my head I’m cursing whoever it is to kingdom come. When Dad opens the door, I don’t even bother to school my thoughts.

“Hi,” he says, holding up some paperwork.

“Hi, what’s up?”

“I just need you to sign off on these. We need to access the budget for the interior decorators.”

“Sure.”

He must hate that he has to come to me to sign anything.

Dad steps forward and sets the paperwork on my desk. I sign and hand it back to him.

“Is there anything else?”

He’s about to answer when he sees the memo in the waste bin and frowns.

When he looks back at me, his nostrils flare, and his eyes blaze, but I don’t care.

“Is that what you think of my memos?” he snaps.

“Dad, the memo was unnecessary. I’m aware of what I need to do to uphold the integrity of the company. My car broke down.”

“I’m sure if you’d left earlier, you wouldn’t have had a problem.”

“Yes, I would have because I did leave early enough. I got stuck in rush hour. The meeting was about the budget for the next quarter. I’ve caught up on the minutes.”

“If I wanted my staff to get caught up from the minutes, I wouldn’t hold meetings. That was the first budget meeting this month, and you should have been there.”

My God. This is shit. I won’t bother to point out that there were several people who should have been at the meeting but weren’t because I’m the one who shares his DNA, not them.

I’m the one who fucked up all six ways to Sunday when it came to this man, and he’s not going to let me forget.

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