Handled

Chapter Twenty-Two

I leaned back at my desk, my eyes flying over the sheets of paper that had been delivered to my desk early this morning. 

After lunch with Silos, I knew that he really needed me. 

He thought something strange was happening with his company and he wanted me to look into it, that was all he had said two days ago, before he rushed back to work. 

He hadn't wanted to say anymore about it, but I knew the second I had agreed, a new kind of respect had grown. 

I felt like I had something really special. 

Something fragile, some part of Silos that he didn't let people see. 

To ask me for help, but to actually allow me to help him. I just knew he wasn't the kind of person someone else took care of, that he was constantly taking care of everything on his own. 

It was an honor. 

As pathetic as it was, I felt honored he would let me take care of him, let me help him.

My eyes continued scanning over the endless numbers. 

He hadn't breathed a word of what he had needed from me since lunch, but I could tell he was working endlessly at work, which is why he had hardly been home. Only after sitting down at my desk, completely prepared to surf Netflix for an hour when I noticed the strange pile. 

Darla most definitely wasn't here yet, so I knew she hadn't dropped it off. 

The second my eyes laid on the files inside, I knew Silos really needed help. 

They were his financial accounts. 

I'd gone through the last three years of his company, and some shit was definitely looking weird. 

All the different accounts were there, the money all there, but when it came down to is yearly earnings, things were not adding up. 

But there should have been no leak, no missing money. 

My eye caught on one of the accounts, an investment his company had made, but not through his actual investment branch. 

I searched back through the past few years, finding that the investment began and continued, but was not cleared by the correct branch. 

Someone was actually stealing from Silos' company. 

A hard knock had me jumping in my seat, quickly piling the papers up, "what!" I screamed, putting them all back in their folders. 

Darla stepped in, a dumbstruck smile on her face. 

I blinked at her, "what's up?" 

She smiled, "Matthew called, said his shoot went really well. Also said he boned Jasmine, the answer to a question I did not ask, but he said he'd save those details for you."

"Gross" I deadpanned, staring at my friend. "Are you alright? You're smiling."

She blushed, before rushing forwards and dropping down into the seat in front of my desk, "I met a guy" she giggled, looking entirely too happy. 

"Who and what did he do to you to make you fucking smile like that?" I asked, laughing along with her. 

Her smile grew, "I met him at the gala, we'd been talking on the phone at night, but he sent me flowers this morning" she beamed. 

I rolled my eyes, enjoying how excited she was, "what is his name?" 

She just smiled, "oh yea, someone's here to see you" she chirped jumping out of her seat.