She'd been staring at the same page for twenty minutes, her eyes flicking between columns of numbers and the faint ache in her temple. Something wasn't adding up.
Val leaned back in her chair, pen resting against her lips as her mind pieced together the inconsistencies. Then she murmured under her breath, almost to herself.
> "That's not right."
The numbers weren't just off, they were revised. Subtly, precisely, like someone who knew exactly what to change and how to make it look legitimate.
She pressed the small intercom button on her desk.
"Gianna," she said, calm but sharp.
Her assistant entered a few seconds later, carrying her ever-present tablet and a look of mild concern.
] "Yes, Mrs. Moreau?"
Celestia tapped the file with the back of her pen. "This R&D report, who approved it before it reached my desk?"
Gianna blinked. "The usual chain of review, ma'am. The department heads, then Mr. Moreau before submission."
Celestia frowned slightly. "My father?"
