15 • Embezzlement

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The sounds of machines whirring and boxes being packed onto trucks filled the factory. Wallace could see it all from where he stood. Fifteen feet from where his employees worked below. He loved to stand on the balcony and watch what he created. No. What his father created. But he kept it running and it was doing good. That was all him.

Workers began packing boxes onto a truck until it became full. Then it drove out of the plant. It was going to deliver goods to local grocery stores in Mistenhan and another town a couple of miles away.

As some of the workers saw him on the balcony they smiled slightly at him but quickly went back to work. Soon he could hear another truck coming in. It was delivering apples from Windy Oaks. The men that were waiting beside the piles of boxes got up as soon as they heard the beeping from the truck backing up. They unpacked the truck, talking to each other in hushed voices.

Wallace turned around and went back into his office. He walked to his desk and leaned back into the chair.

"Wallace, here are the financial statements." He looked at the blond-haired man in front of him. The man furrowed his brows and glanced around the room. "We have to be more careful this time."

Wallace ran a hand down his face. He was cursed. He never knew taking this business from his father would be like taking a burden. The burden that sustained his father's family and now sustained his. He couldn't back out now. He was in too deep.

He took the papers the man handed to him. He skimmed through it. They made a lot of profit and it made Wallace smile slightly. It was worth it. "They look fine, Darrel. Remember where to put them."

Darrel nodded and took the paper back from him. Wallace sighed as Darrel walked towards the door. "How long do you think we can keep this up?"

"I don't know. But we have to make sure no one knows," Darrel answered. He looked at the floor and shook his head. "We don't want what happened to Margie and Roland to happen to anyone else."

"It won't happen to anyone else," Wallace said. It was just a slip-up. An accident.

Darrel nodded as he left the office. Wallace leant back in the chair as the door closed with a soft click. Ever since he took the company from his father fifteen years ago, he had to continue taking money from his clients. Its what his father had been doing when he had the company. And Wallace couldn't stop it. He couldn't expose his father's criminal activities. It would ruin his family name.

He did enjoy what it gave him though. It was worth it. He knew his family enjoyed what it gave them. Everything they had was because of him.

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