Beyond Surface

Chapter 15_ The Mail Attachment.

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling so light and refreshed. I woke up literally on another level of strength, I was feeling energized. This felt like the best sleep I've had since forever. But it's only 12.02am, and I need to go back to bed and get more sleep to while away time. So I just took a cup of water and forced myself back to sleep by shutting my eyelids.

I woke up again after two hours and some minutes. I had slept early and now I'm up early, the price you pay for trying to cheat on nature. I had nothing doing, and it was only 3.30am. I decided to pick up my phone and check my various social media platform pages for something new, but my phone still had the meeting email notification on screen so I decided to check it out.

It was an emergency meeting email no doubt, but this was different. The mail had an attachment to it, the journal of BMCL. Was I supposed to get a copy of the journal? Was the journal meant to be sent to everyone who was going to be present at the meeting tomorrow?. I got a little bit confused and I clicked on the attachment, to open it.

I wasn't familiar with journals and accounts so I couldn't really make meaning out of the unending figures and multiple transactions as well as balances displayed on the journal so I minimized it. It wasn't useful for me after all. Jireh had asked the accounting department head to send him soft copies too, so I'm sure if there's any mistakes, he would find it out. I placed my finger on the minimize button to click on it when something caught my attention.

The mail was sent from BMCL's Official email address, via the company secretary, but the attachment was from another email address. The two mails had distinct addresses and were sent at different times. The attachment came in five minutes after I received the emergency meeting mail.

'Was the attachment meant for me?. Was it from the BMCL office?. If it was, why's the address different?. Who had sent it?. Was it sent purposely, or mistakenly?', were the questions I kept repeating in my head, to myself for what seemed like twenty minutes.

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God!, I have to call Jireh and tell him about this. I can't keep this to myself. I can't believe what I'm seeing. I have to give him a call right away. I immediately tapped on the phone button and was about to dial his number when I remembered our argument. My insides got chill and I dropped down the phone quietly.

He shouldn't have shouted at me. He shouldn't have made me cry. And he is a coward for walking away after making me cry. What was my fault? I was only trying to help. My eyes began to get moist again and I shook the thoughts off my mind, I should just tell him that I found out where the problem emanated from, but I looked at my phone screen and it displayed 3.45am as the time.

It's too early and I wouldn't want to wake him up. He's already stressed out and it won't be fair to add to the already existing problem he has and is dealing with. I'd just wait until daybreak before giving him a call. I gently went through the journal and other attachments to the email and I cursed myself for not being conversant with figures and columns. How in the world did I get to be a numerofobian?.

I just kept staring at the mail and attachments for as long as possible, trying to make meaning out of it when I recalled what Jireh had said in the office....

'Timothy send me a soft copy of the company's business transactions both internal and external, and the cash and credit transactions too. I want to go through them by myself tonight.

Agnes, arrange for an emergency meeting tomorrow, pass notices to everyone and make sure they're all here by 11am.

Yomi, you go to the bank as early as possible tomorrow morning and get me a printout of the company's statement of account, debit and credit, as well as all other transactions made. Again, make sure the company's account manager is here as well for the meeting'.

'No! He didn't ask for a copy of the journals. Does that mean he wouldn't have access to them? Does journal mean the same thing as account records?', I kept asking myself amd thinking out loud.

If account records are different from journals, it means Jireh wouldn't get a copy of the journals. How would I know the difference between journals and account records? I can search for it.

I quickly got on Google and typed;

'What is a journal?',

A drop down menu consisting of various responses was displayed on the screen and I immediately panicked the moment I saw the first response dispatched at the top of the drop down menu.

A journal is a detailed account that records all the financial transactions of a business, to be used for future reconciling of and transfer to other official accounting records, such as the general ledger.

My heart skipped a beat, I became uncomfortable and I started sweating profusely. If the Google search was correct, it means Jireh was only going to get a fraction of the journal records. And if he's getting only a fraction of the journal records, he's definitely getting the part that's untampered with. The company's internal and external, and, cash and credit transactions are only a part of the journal. I have to do something.

I immediately tried calling him but his phones were switched off. I kept trying to get to him but to no avail. I can't even go to his house right now because it's not daybreak yet and the security guards in his street wouldn't let me through. What can I do?

I paced to and fro my bedroom corners thinking of a smart move to make. '

If I can't get to Jireh, I can get to Yomi. Should I just call Yomi and tell him about everything?', I asked myself.

'No, it's not a good idea because I don't know who has done the fund misappropriation. The only person I can trust is Jireh, and I don't have access to him at the moment', I soliloquized.

'I should be able to do something as quick as possible', I kept on thinking soliloquizingly.

I suddenly began to get tired of thinking and angry that I couldn't get through to Jireh. Then I laid back on the bed, facing the ceiling, thinking of what to do when my eyelids suddenly became heavy and I fell into a deep sleep.

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Who can guess what's going to happen next?😊
TGIF! How was your week like?