Page 19 of Silver Fox
“Yes, I did.”
The look on her face is worrying, and she shares another look with Kenneth. “And you’ve added every invoice pertaining to this account?”
I glance up at the screen, nodding. “Yes, I have,” I repeat.
Helen releases a long sigh, tapping the glass table with a freshly polished nail. “And you mentioned that you always get Kenneth’s approval for every invoice?”
“That’s correct.”
She clears her throat once more, leaning back in her seat. “Over the past few weeks, the auditors have noticed a discrepancy in the P&L statements for the logistics department.”
I blink. “Okay.”
“After some investigation, we’ve narrowed down this discrepancy to a single vendor.Thisvendor, Skye.”
My eyes are wide, and I suddenly realize what they’re getting at.
“We’ve also discovered evidence that you’ve logged on to Kenneth’s account remotely to approve invoices, the most recent of which was just last night.”
My heart is thumping in my chest, my ears rushing with blood. “Withpermission,” I emphasize.
“I’ve never given you permission to access my account, Skye,” Kenneth says, with a subtle shake of his head.
My jaw drops. I’m speechless, and a rush of heat comes over me at the indignance of the accusation. “You’vealwaysgiven me permission to do so. It’s part of my job! I deal with the jobs that you aren’t able to complete—after being instructed to do them. I would never pay out an invoice without permission!”
“It’s not a single invoice we’re talking about,” Helen says, looking down her nose at me. “We’ve looked into this vendor—there’s no evidence that this company has ever existed, and yet invoices have been paid out to this vendor amounting to hundreds of thousands of dollars. A vendor thatyou’veadded. That nobody has ever heard of. For a service Silver Mobility never received.”
I look desperately at Kenneth. This is all a mistake. It has to be. “You called me last night, sir,” I plead. “You asked me to log onto the system remotely.”
Kenneth’s lips press into a thin line. “I would never ask you to approve an invoice on my behalf, Skye. It goes against company policy.”
My expression twists into grim disgust, and I’ve never hated Kenneth more. We both know he’s given me approval to add vendors and invoices, and he’s lying through his teeth.
It’s my word against his, and my word means jack shit.
“You pathetic, spineless fucking weasel,” I spit at him, just stopping myself from diving across the table to wrap my hands around his neck.
“Miss Davis,” Helen exclaims. “Need I remind you of the seriousne—”
The meeting room door swings open.
“Apologies for my lateness,” the newcomer says casually, and I do a double-take. I know that voice. I know those lips. And Idefinitelyknow the shoulders my legs spent most of the night bouncing around on. He’s wearing a crisp suit, and I’m reminded of the feel of his body against me,insideme.
Silas.
Shock solidifies me in my seat, my gaze flicking between him and the empty chair between Kenneth and Helen. He’s clearly the elder statesman here, and anyone can see it.
But then he sees me sitting opposite, and his entire demeanor changes. Those muscular shoulders stiffen, and I can’t help the way my thighs tighten—Pavlov would have a fine day with me. Silas’s jaw begins to tick a furious beat, but he doesn’t break eye contact. “Everybody out,” he snarls.
Oh god.
I’m fucked.
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Silas
Islamthemeetingroom door shut, and Skye and I are alone once more.
