SEBASTIAN'S P O V

At exactly nine o'clock in the morning, while I was sitting behind my mahogany desk reviewing the monthly cost accounting report of Anderson Corporation, I observed that there were some differences between the reports of the costs of the materials and the costs of the output.

‘‘What the fucking hell is this!?’’ I yelled, and my rage immediately grew to the point that I had to dial the number of the head of the financial department, Mr. Hunt to know what ...