Chapter 148. Progressing Plans (1)

Third-Person POV

Rovell stopped in front of the antique walnut desk and sailed something towards his leader. It slid across the smooth surface of the desk, spilling white documents to the terrazzo floor, only to be halted by Dymian’s hand. 

"What's this?" Dymian cast his aggrieved hooded garnet-red eyes down on the vintage hardback, three-ring, trombone, leather binder that was tossed rudely to him.

“The chapel’s financial report.” Rovell kept a scowl on his square face. “This place is broker than the Ten Commandments. I went digging for dineros in the safe and it was completely empty. Even the bank account is ploughing for pennies. It’s in overdraft.” He shook his head, wearing his bone-white long straight hair in a ponytail. “These people aren’t very blessed.”

Dymian sat in his chair and opened the binder. He turned the pages and stalled, taking out the bank reconciliation document from the plastic sleeve. He held it up in the glare of