The Billionaire's Son 8 : Always & Forever (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (Billionaire Erotica) by Arabella Quinn Page A
Authors: Arabella Quinn
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received from Derek. I had woken up to a new message earlier that morning: I miss you. Wish you were here.
Two more days. He would be back in two days.
I was getting tired of keeping the relationship a secret, too. I just wanted to be with him - without sneaking around and hiding from people. The hell with it. Who cares what happens? As long as I'm with Derek it won't matter.
Warning bells went off in my head as m y cautious nature took over. You've got to be careful, Julia!
I shook my head to clear it of distractions. If I buckled down on completing the final report o f the audit of Jackson's business, I might be done with it before Derek got home. Then I could take a much-needed break from my job and decide what I wanted to do next. W ith my professional obligations finally wrapped up for the moment , I could concentrate on figuring out how to make my relationship with Derek succeed despite the outside obstacles .
Reading through the half-completed synopsis from the report to Jackson , I paused before typing. I had already d escrib ed several financial anomalies that I had found at two of his companies. They were fairly minor transgressions including petty embezzlement by potentially two to three of Jackson's own employees, but the financial impact had been negligible. The synopsis had accurately explain ed each situation and the numerous attachments, charts and tables thoroughly documented their scope.
Now it was time to address the looming question . The night I had snuck back into Jackson's estate and got caught up in the secret sex club, I had been tracking a suspicious hunch. At first I had thought it was possibly a complex tax shelter, but s ince then, I had located the files I needed, and had meticulously followed the clues down a wayward path of obfuscation and convoluted layering and backtracking, so complicated that it could only be money laundering.
I couldn't outright prove anything. M oney could be tracked going out, but a fter it was so thoroughly laundered, I couldn't determine what exactly happened to it . A niggling doubt had me worried. The scheme was so well crafted that any individual working in any of Jackson's compan ies would never be able to discover it. But someone had to be orchestrating the entire operation. And that meant someone placed far above any of Jackson's individual business holdings , s omeone with high-level access to all of Jackson's financial records.
I was pretty sure that narrowed the list down to a very small handful of people. And what caused me even bigger concern was that I suspected that Jackson might even be privy to the entire operation. My instincts were rarely incorrect in these matters, and something about the structure of this system hinted at Jackson's personal participation.
But why would Jackson have me investigate if he were part of it all? It made no sense. Still, my senses were on alert and I wanted to speak with Derek before I added this suspicious information to my report. I had a bad feeling that admittin g m y knowledge might not be a smart move.
I closed the file containing the scraps of evidence that I had gathered that all led up to the conclusion that illegal activity was taking place within Jackson Vaughn's corporate empire. Leaning down to grab my briefcase, I tucked the file amidst the packed contents already stuffed in it. I had to be careful with this material until I figured out what I was going to do with it.
I sat up and stretched my weary muscles. I had been working long hours while Derek was gone. Maybe I w ould just go home early, since I didn't have much else to do at the office. As I was trying to talk myself into leaving for the day , a kn ock sounded at the door.
"Come in."
The door opened and Marcy poked her head into the office. "Hi, Julia. You've been buried so deep in here, I haven't seen you for days."
I leaned back against my chair and smiled. "You came at just the right time. I could use a distraction from all this. C'mon
Two more days. He would be back in two days.
I was getting tired of keeping the relationship a secret, too. I just wanted to be with him - without sneaking around and hiding from people. The hell with it. Who cares what happens? As long as I'm with Derek it won't matter.
Warning bells went off in my head as m y cautious nature took over. You've got to be careful, Julia!
I shook my head to clear it of distractions. If I buckled down on completing the final report o f the audit of Jackson's business, I might be done with it before Derek got home. Then I could take a much-needed break from my job and decide what I wanted to do next. W ith my professional obligations finally wrapped up for the moment , I could concentrate on figuring out how to make my relationship with Derek succeed despite the outside obstacles .
Reading through the half-completed synopsis from the report to Jackson , I paused before typing. I had already d escrib ed several financial anomalies that I had found at two of his companies. They were fairly minor transgressions including petty embezzlement by potentially two to three of Jackson's own employees, but the financial impact had been negligible. The synopsis had accurately explain ed each situation and the numerous attachments, charts and tables thoroughly documented their scope.
Now it was time to address the looming question . The night I had snuck back into Jackson's estate and got caught up in the secret sex club, I had been tracking a suspicious hunch. At first I had thought it was possibly a complex tax shelter, but s ince then, I had located the files I needed, and had meticulously followed the clues down a wayward path of obfuscation and convoluted layering and backtracking, so complicated that it could only be money laundering.
I couldn't outright prove anything. M oney could be tracked going out, but a fter it was so thoroughly laundered, I couldn't determine what exactly happened to it . A niggling doubt had me worried. The scheme was so well crafted that any individual working in any of Jackson's compan ies would never be able to discover it. But someone had to be orchestrating the entire operation. And that meant someone placed far above any of Jackson's individual business holdings , s omeone with high-level access to all of Jackson's financial records.
I was pretty sure that narrowed the list down to a very small handful of people. And what caused me even bigger concern was that I suspected that Jackson might even be privy to the entire operation. My instincts were rarely incorrect in these matters, and something about the structure of this system hinted at Jackson's personal participation.
But why would Jackson have me investigate if he were part of it all? It made no sense. Still, my senses were on alert and I wanted to speak with Derek before I added this suspicious information to my report. I had a bad feeling that admittin g m y knowledge might not be a smart move.
I closed the file containing the scraps of evidence that I had gathered that all led up to the conclusion that illegal activity was taking place within Jackson Vaughn's corporate empire. Leaning down to grab my briefcase, I tucked the file amidst the packed contents already stuffed in it. I had to be careful with this material until I figured out what I was going to do with it.
I sat up and stretched my weary muscles. I had been working long hours while Derek was gone. Maybe I w ould just go home early, since I didn't have much else to do at the office. As I was trying to talk myself into leaving for the day , a kn ock sounded at the door.
"Come in."
The door opened and Marcy poked her head into the office. "Hi, Julia. You've been buried so deep in here, I haven't seen you for days."
I leaned back against my chair and smiled. "You came at just the right time. I could use a distraction from all this. C'mon
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