Page 9 of His White Moonlight
I scooped up the laptop and settled sideways into the oversized chair positioned near the door.He didn’t say anything about my choice of location, which was good.I knew I’d have questions he’d be able to answer.
The accounting classes I took in school helped me figure a lot out on my own.I exported the expenses and created a spreadsheet with several pivot tables—by vendor, account, and user.
I immediately spotted several places where savings could be made.Office expenses were extremely high.Who still needed that much printer paper?It was called email.Save some trees.And why were there so many meals expensed?It was a car dealership.
Was Bennett messing with me?
I snuck a glance at him.He had his elbows on his desk and his hands clasped in front of him, putting his shoulders in a position that seriously strained his suit coat as he read something on his screen.Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good.His jaw was clenched, and his pupils were wide.
Was he ever in a good mood?I doubted it.
Even if he was messing with me, I knew to let it slide until he looked less angry.
I typed up all the “misappropriations of funds” in a separate documentation, summarized my recommendations, then minimized those screens to download an old-school Minesweeper game for Bennett to find on the hard drive later.
When I stood, he looked up from his screen.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting a snack and moving around.Want something?”
He looked down at his screen without answering.
I shrugged and left his office with a better understanding of why he was at home and not at the main office.Wulf Enterprises would lose employees left and right with Bennett’s cold presence.
Since it was already past five, I raided the fridge and found a square of lasagna that I could pop into the toaster oven.Mom didn’t believe in microwaves.She said it changed the taste of food.My taste buds weren’t as advanced as hers.Neither was my patience.Using the toaster oven took forever.
So, I set the timer and wandered my way upstairs to spread some torment via text.
Me: Well, that’s disturbing.
Aiden: What?
I grinned, glad he was the one to take the bait.
Me: What I found in your room.
Karter: You’re that bored that you’re going through our rooms?
Me: Yes!Bennett made me do loss analysis on a subsidiary.
Aiden: I pity Bennett.
Karter: May he rest in peace.
Me: You should pity yourselves.
“What are you doing?”
Since I was lying on my back with my head toward the door, I had to arch my neck to see Bennett.
He didn’t look happy.Again.Or maybe still.
He glanced at my neck.It probably was a little bold to expose my throat to someone who looked like he wanted to rip it out, so I sat up.
“Harassing Aiden and Karter while I wait for my dinner to warm.”
“And the analysis?”
