The Golden Suspect
Elias pressed the gold cufflinks into his palm, feeling the metal bite into the skin. They were heavy, colder than the room, and they seemed to shift weight as he turned them over. On the desk before him lay the audit report for the Meridian Pension Fund, a document that had cost him his reputation and his sleep. He had been the one to find the discrepancy, a hole in the ledger that bled money...
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