Kaelyn's eyes scanned the financial reports, her mind racing with calculations. The fluorescent lights hummed above, casting an eerie glow on her workstation. She highlighted discrepancies, her yellow marker streaking across pages.
As she delved deeper, Kaelyn detected a pattern: inconsistent transactions, masked accounts, and cryptic notations. Reed Global's financials seemed intentionally complex. Her analytical mind buzzed with questions.
Suddenly, Asher appeared, his presence commanding attention. "Kaelyn, how's the review progressing?" he asked, leaning against her desk, his proximity unsettling.
"Interesting discrepancies," Kaelyn replied cautiously, hesitant to reveal too much. "Possible accounting errors or—"
Asher's eyes narrowed, interrupting her. "Context, Kaelyn?"
"Specifically, regarding Reed Global's offshore investments," Kaelyn clarified, her voice steady. "Transactions seem obscured."
Asher's expression shifted, guardedness replacing curiosity. "I'll provide additional information. For now, let's focus on the Smith account."
Kaelyn sensed evasion, but nodded. "Understood."
Asher lingered, his gaze drifting across her workspace. "Impressive work, Kaelyn. You're exceeding expectations."
Kaelyn's cheeks warmed. "Thank you."
As Asher departed, Kaelyn wondered:
1. What secrets hid beneath Reed Global's polished surface?
2. Why did Asher seem reluctant to discuss offshore investments?
3. Who would benefit from these financial discrepancies?
Her phone buzzed, breaking her reverie. An unknown number flashed on the screen.
"Kaelyn Jenkins?" a low voice asked.
"Yes."
"Meet me at Café Luna, 5 pm. Come alone."
The line went dead.
Kaelyn's heart quickened. Who was this mysterious caller? And what did they want?