Chapter 113

Alaric’s POV

“Fucking hell.”

It had been a long fucking while since I had a bad day. 

Drama with my family, with Clarissa… I never considered those as bad days. Those were just minor inconveniences.

But today?

Somebody was going to end up regretting why they ever applied to work at my company—if they even lived to regret it, that is.

Fifty million dollars. That was what someone had moved from the company’s account to the wrong beneficiary.

“I didn’t authorize this, sir.” Dana breathed, looking straight into the screen of my laptop with her brows pulled together. She glanced at me nervously, and I watched her throat bob as she swallowed, turning back to face the screen.

Whatever expression I had on my face was enough to make her fidget. And I watched her every move. The way her fingers dug into the edge of the mahogany desk, the light sheen of sweat that had coated her face.

Dana wasn’t guilty—I knew that. Bu