All these figures, listed correctly on the page, and something simply didn’t add up. What had gone wrong, and where? Frustrated and fuming, Noah Harper scrolled once more through the columns, without any luck at solving the mystery. Pushing the ledgers aside, he began searching front to back and back to front of various file folders. “Damn it to hell,” he muttered. Then, raising his voice, he shouted for help. “Jenkins, get in here!” A brief pause, then the answer, “Right away, sir!” When the secretary entered the main, sumptuous office of Harper Hazard and Company, Noah was peering over his paperwork, all the while grumbling to himself. Thrusting his fingers through short curly brown hair, he looked up with a glare. “Took you long enough.” “I’m sorry, sir,” the young man apologized. “Was there something I can help with?” “I hope so, Jenkins.
