"What are you doing?" the assistant shrieked, her eyes wide with disbelief.


    Yvonne ignored her and marched straight into the director''s office. Peter was at his desk and jumped in surprise when she burst in.


    Yvonne pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him, her chin tilted up defiantly. "You''re Peter, right? My father probably told you that from now on, I''ll be supervising your department. Start by bringing me the financial reports for thest two years. I need to review them."


    "Mr. Zade, she just walked in here! It''s not my fault!" the assistant cried, rushing in behind her. “And she threw this month''s expense receipts in the trash!”


    Peter shot his assistant a furious re. “Go get Miss Jones a cup of coffee."


    The assistant begrudgingly left and returned a momentter with a cup of instant coffee.


    "Miss Jones, please have some coffee," Peter said with a strained smile.


    "No, thank you. I''m here to learn, not to drink your cheap instant coffee. Get me those reports. Don''t waste my time. I have ns to go shopping with my friends this afternoon." Yvonne began to idly rifle through the papers on his desk, perfectly ying the part of a spoiled, clueless heiress.


    Peter looked like he was developing a migraine. "Of course, Miss Jones. One moment, please."


    He stepped out of the office, where his assistant-who was also his niece-was waiting. "What is she ying at?" sheined. "You don''t have to put up with her."


    "You, be quiet Peter hissed. In the past, when Queena was the family heiress and future of thepany he had been happy to let his niece cozy up to her. But now, Queena''s réputation was in tatters, and Yvonne, the true heiress, was on the rise. Things were changing at Nexus Media. "Just go do your work and stay out of her way," he ordered, then pulled out his phone to call George and ask for permission to hand over the financial reports.


    George, who had no respect for Yvonne''s abilities, replied impatiently, "Just give


    them to her. What is she going to understand anyway?"


    With George''s approval, Peter presented Yvonne with a thick stack of reports from thest two years.


    "Wow, that''s a lot!" Yvonne


    eximed, feigning surprise. She carried the stack into the empty


    office that had once belonged t


    Queena She had the secretary bring her snacks, and she spent the dayzily flipping through the pages, taking a nap in therge executive chair whenever she got tired.


    She may have looked like aplete amateur, but in reality, Yvonne had


    specialized in economic crimes at the police academy. Reading financial statements was second nature to her.


    She went through two years of Nexus Media''s official reports and found nothing out of the ordinary. These were the public-facing books, subject tax audits It was no wonder George had let her see them. If Nexus Media was engaged in any illegal activities, there had to be a second, hidden set of books somewhere.


    Yvonne leaned back in the chair, munching on potato chips, and considered her next move.