HARLEY: Beg or Nothing

Annoyance crossed Sylus's face, and he grabbed the two men by their arms, dragging them out of the room. "We have a meeting."  

"Hey. Don't lock me in here!" I stormed to the door, but the click of the lock sounded before I could open it, and I kicked it in irritation. What is his problem? Does he think I will escape? Well, I might have, but still, that was unfair.  

I chewed on my bottom lip and walked over to sit on his office leather chair. My eyes glazed over the turned-on computer, and I frowned, tilting my head a bit. Why did he leave the system on? 

Hmm… 

Accounting? 

There was a statement file on the screen, and I wondered if he'd figured out the problem with the entire sheet or if he was still trying to. I could see that a lot was wrong in the documented information as well as the dates and money spent, which didn't in fact correspond.  

Wait…