James's pov

Tuesday started, busier than normal, as Mr.Barbson had insisted that I go over the account history together with Dawn before going to my original assignment. He told me how there was some shady thing going on down in the SAS— senior access secret— account room.

I and Dawn nodded to each other before entering into the SAS account room with uncertainty.

After we'd gone through all the accounts for more than two hours, I was certain that somethings were tempered with. Indeed there was a snitch, but Dawn wasn't absolutely convinced though.

I didn't get how a person could be as trusting as Mr.Barbson, he hadn't checked on...