“Then tell me what’s wrong with it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with it.

It’s a job where I’d be reading reports from people who want me to read their reports.” I turned my silver ring once and made myself stop.

“I’d rather see the ledgers before anybody dresses them up.”

Liam shifted his weight near the bookshelf.

The brass clasp on his briefcase clicked, then clicked a second time.

“You’d report to whoever takes over Derek’s office,” Diane said.