Lily Wyatt's anger was apparent on her face. Her secretary, a young man in his early thirties, was standing near her as she looked at the screen. Those numbers were simply… not adding. "Why is this report so badly made?" she asked.
"It has been perfectly—"
"Shut up!" she cut off her secretary. "Call the head of finance. Why do I see so many discrepancies?"
"But Madam, there are no—"
"Silence!" she barked at him with jerky head movement. "Who are you to advise me on this? Call the Finance Head now!"
"Yes, Madam," he said and scurried away.
As she was looking at the screen, her phone buzzed. It was an unknown number but she picked it up.
"Mother!" Anne's voice came from the other side.
"Anne!" Lily got up to her feet. "How are you doing?"
