Knox

I sit behind my large desk, the morning light slanting through the blinds, showing light on the financial reports spread out before me. 

The office feels like tension today, suffocating me, as if the walls are closing in with every passing minute. 

Mr. Adams, our accountant sits opposite me, his usual calm demeanor masking the quiet tension between us. His fingers move faster than usual as he turns the pages of the ledger, each one bringing us closer to a glaring gap in the numbers. 

It's about the significant amount of money that has vanished, and the weight of it pressing down on my chest.

I lean forward, my...