The Accountant

Chapter 5 What A Day Beau

After debating with herself the entire weekend, her answer was no. N.O. No. Nay. Negative.

There were a million reasons why she shouldn't do it. The most obvious one was, she would be

exposed. Her identity has been kept a secret since she was a child. Yes, her colleagues from college

might know her as a nerdy girl who studied hard and ended up graduating at the of the class. However,

that Daniel guy has no idea of her genius. He never knew that everything was a child's play for her. A

means to an end.

She was not worried about her egotistical former classmate. What worried her were her shady clients.

From cartels and mafias to gangsters and yakuza organizations. She handled them all.

There was no way for them to go to a legit accounting firm and their laundering technique will never be

on par with hers. Plus, they had a shitload of money that drew attention to all kinds of thieves and law

enforcement. Even in their respective organizations, there were certain things that they shouldn't trust

just anyone. Money was one of them.

She had lost count the number of times she had thefts exposed and hidden the truths from the

authorities. What she read in newspapers and social media the next day still haunted her. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

They have never met her. Never heard her voice. She was plainly known as the accountant. Passed

around by word of mouth by the leaders. They knew her as the only man for the job. Her gender has

never been asked nor her name.

With untraceable IP, payments through cash and transferred to prepaid cards, she was invisible. A

ghost. Only called upon when needed.

And she will be fucking exposed if she went through with this.

Remember what you promised Lily. You never go back on your promise.

Oh, shit! That was the most important reason she have to do this. She needed to try for her sake. Just

this once.

Live a normal life and all the bullshit that comes with it.

***

She will do it. Everything will be taken care of in a day or two, maybe even less.

Since she lived an hour from the city, she out of her driveway promptly at 7 am. Like any normal girl,

she drive-thru McDonald's for a sandwich and ice-cold choco. Knowing she will arrive an hour early for

her appointment, she dallied.

Being punctual has nothing to do with it, self-preservation was.

The weighing of pros and cons will be evaluated. Exits second. Observing people coming in and out of

the building will be last.

Damn. She could never be normal.

These traits were too ingrained in her personality. An instinct to survive. To shield her from people who

might do her harm.

How she wishes she could go back to that night, where she was an ordinary woman taken by pleasure.

To forget the real her and bask at that moment.

She squirmed in the car seat at the memories. With her big brain, she could conjure vivid images.

Colliding with what happened in reality and her future fantasies. Always the same man.

Dominic.

Her hoarse voice screaming his name numerous times will be remembered for the rest of her life.

Ok. Enough. That was history. He was long gone by now.

She drove around the financial district several times to pass the time. Reconnoitering. Observing.

Satisfied, she parked her Honda a kilometer away from the imposing building of DV Corporation.

The skyscraper with high ceilings made her tilt her head back for a moment, distracting her. Shaking

her head, she squinted her eyes at the corporate ants. Most people that were milling about were in

blacks and grays and there across the street was Starbucks. The works. This really made her want to

puke.

Suck it up, Beau.

Her steps brought her directly to a bimbo at the front desk.

"Hi. Beau Anderson. I have an appointment at 9 am." Christ! Why does she have to wear a lot of

makeup? In her thick glasses, she narrowed her eyes. The girl before her has no perforation. How

does she sweat?

"Ms. Anderson?" An her bee-stung lips looked painful. Beau blinked, the receptionist sweetly irritated

voice registered. Ouch! She forced a smile.

"Yes?" She squared her shoulders. Being forced to be overtly confident thing was killing her. How she

yearned they could just send the data to her so she could work from home in her tank top and panties

with a big jar of Nutella.

"Here's your executive pass. Last floor of the building. Elevators down the hall to your right. Sandrina

Petriva will tell you what to do." All delivered in a monotonous tone. Wow. Girly couldn't be more

welcoming.

The cake-face lady returned to what she was doing. Beau would bet her best cup of China that the girl

was only browsing Facebook. Like she gave a shit! More reasons for her to hate the corporate world.

Muttering a dull thank you, she followed the instructions. The floor she found herself in was quite

familiar. Too familiar. It kinda resembled the hotel...

Nope, not going there. She will not be thinking of THAT man while she was at work.

Business was business and should never be associated with pleasure.

Sandrina turned out to be a vast improvement from the rude lady at the front desk. Her adorable

Russian accent made Beau smile.

Seemed to be meeting a lot of them these days.

"So here's your office, young lady. My son Alec has chosen a comfortable space for you to work." She

had a grown-up son? But she looked in her late twenties. Beau told her so. Making Sandrina beam at

her.

In awe, the accountant began to explore her new space. Jesus! Her temporary office was wonderful.

The glass-paned walls give her a fantastic view of the Golden Gate. And fucking elegant to boot.

"This is beautiful Ms. Petriva, " grinning in delight from ear to ear, she faced the boss's secretary. "Can I

request a few things, please?"

"Certainly. Anything to help you, dear. My son would be most happy to do so. I will make sure of it."

Sandrina's eyes were twinkling. Smiling too broadly. Uh oh. Alarm bells were ringing. Not interested to

hook up with dearest son. Matchmaking alert! Alert! Alert!

"I...uh... I will need whiteboards and several boxes of pens. And I will need all the books from 2008 to

the present. If I could have them today?" Beau answered and inwardly cringe at her request. Most

accountant would do it all on a computer. Not her. All the secretary did was incline her head and

smiled.

"No problem, dear. I will contact the accounting department. By the way, Mr. Vasiliy will meet you

before you start work. He should be ready at any moment. Make yourself comfortable. There are coffee

and donut." Sandrina pointed to a kitchenette at a far corner. There was a mini-fridge, microwave,

coffee maker, and a box of Beau's favorite donuts.

She made sure to thank her generous new acquaintance before she left her for a few minutes, then

helped herself with coffee.

There were some things to like about this. Sandrina was friendly. It was a long time since Beau had a

normal conversation with a charming lady. Her work cave she liked a lot as well. And she was sure

their internet servers were decent. She made a mental note to check on it later.

Later came sooner.

With her hot coffee in one hand, she strolled to her desk. Nice. Pure mahogany. Must be imported.

Perfect cozy leather chair. Her back and ass were rejoicing. Oh! And there's a Mac on her desk. It was

lock though. But not for long.

Ok. Here we go. She began to type a series of numbers. I am looking for a particular sequence. There

it is! Firewall breached. Easy as pie. Software security was weak. Creating her secret wall, IP changed,

testing its strength. She waited for a few seconds. And 5 4 3 2 1. Voila! She was in.

Damn! She was good. It was secure enough to store information from the company's database.