"The research allocation for Zunda," he said coldly, placing the book down with a quiet thump as it didn't match what was recorded on the system. "Where is the rest of it?"
The officials exchanged nervous glances. No one responded.
Jake's gaze darkened. "Thirty percent. Gone. Unaccounted for."
Still no reply. Until one of the younger clerks stammered, "T-there must be an error—"
Jake moved before the boy finished. With a single punch, he sent him flying across the room. The others shouted in panic, but Jake was on them in an instant. A swift kick to the older accountant's chest made the man crumple. Another was slammed against the wall. The bookkeeper raised his hands in surrender, but Jake grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the nearby table, shattering the wood into shards.
"You bastards thought I wouldn't notice?" Jake growled. "That money was meant for technological research—our future. And you thought you'd stuff your own pockets with it?"
