The Seven-Year Ledger

The email came at exactly eight in the morning.

Damon was already in his office. He had not slept much. Maybe two hours. Maybe less. His head was heavy. His eyes burned. The coffee in front of him had gone cold, but he had not even taken a sip.

His phone buzzed once.

Then again.

Then his laptop chimed.

He frowned and reached for the mouse.

Company-wide email.

Subject line.

Mandatory Financial Audi