Good Liar

JAMES

After seven missed calls and three extremely angry voice messages from my father, I sent my reply.

We have nothing to say to one another. Leave me the fuck alone. I will be out of office for a week.

Then, I emailed a friend of mine from uni. Grant was a forensic auditor and owed me a favor. Promised to investigate my suspicions about the missing money, discreetly of course, I wouldn’t want anyone to get wind of it and go to great lengths to hide evidence. And by anyone, I meant my father and Jenna. I wanted to know exactly how much trouble our companies were in.

Feeling a sense of satisfaction, I made my way to Charlie's office in a rundown part of South London. The sight of my sleek Bentley parked in front of the dilapidated building seemed jarringly out of place. I had no intention of staying for long.

"Jimmy! Didn't expect you so soon," Charlie exclaimed, crushing his cigarette into an overflowing ashtray surrounded by stacks of papers and an outdated computer screen on his