“I’ll organize the records,” she said sweetly. “You’ve been so busy.”
Claraara hesitated, but time was short.
“Okay,” Claraara said. “Thank you.”
Maria smiled.
The night before the audit, Claraara couldn’t sleep.
She checked the records again and again. Everything looked fine.
Still, fear pressed against her chest.
At dawn, she prayed quietly.
“Please,” she whispered. “Let truth stand.”
The auditors arrived sharp and serious.
Files were reviewed. Questions were asked.
Maria stood nearby, calm. Too calm.
Then one auditor frowned.
“There’s a missing transaction here,” he said.
Claraara’s heart skipped.
She leaned forward. “That can’t be right.”
The auditor turned the screen.
A large amount—unaccounted for.
The room went silent.
Maria gasped dramatically. “Oh my… Claraara, did you forget to log it?”
Claraara stared at the screen, confused.
“I’ve never seen that before.”
The auditors exchanged looks.
“This is serious,” one said.
Claraara’s hands shook.
This was it. This was how everything ended.
Just then, the office door opened.
Martins walked in.
“What’s going on?” he asked calmly.
The auditors explained.
Martins listened carefully.
Then he turned to Claraara.
“Did you authorize this transaction?”
“No,” Claraara said firmly. “Never.”
Martins nodded once.
Then he turned to Maria.
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