Reckoning
Jonathan found Marcus in the conference room, reviewing documents with the calm demeanor of a man who had everything under control. The sight made Jonathan’s blood boil. “Marcus!” he barked, slamming the folder down on the table. “We need to talk.”
Marcus looked up, surprise flickering across his face. “Jonathan, is everything alright?” he asked, masking his panic with a veneer of concern. “You look… intense.”
“It’s not alright. You know why I’m here.” Jonathan’s voice dropped, the accusation hanging heavily in the air. “I found the missing funds. You’ve been stealing from the company.”
Marcus leaned back in his chair, the easy smile returning to his lips. “Stealing? That’s a serious accusation. Where’s your proof?”
Jonathan felt the knot in his gut twist tighter. “It’s all in this folder. You can’t deny it.”
“Oh, but I can,” Marcus replied, his tone chilling. “And I will. You don’t want to go public with this, Jonathan. The scandal would ruin you—this company, your reputation. Think about all the people who rely on you.”
