The Wrath Of Harvey Brooklyn; The Underrated Son In Law

ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FOUR

Harvey sat behind his massive expensive desk, drumming rhythmically with his fingers on the polished surface. The morning sun screened through the blinds, shining brightly across the room. However, Harvey was also not enjoying the morning sun; his mind was occupied with a lot of thoughts.

Ever since the bank had notified him about the huge deductions from one of his company’s accounts, he had been on edge, determined to get to the bottom of the mystery. He picked up the phone and dialed it quickly. The line rang only once before it was picked up on the other end. "Dante Smith speaking."

"Dante, it’s your boss," he said without wasting time. His voice was tense and urgent. "I need your help with something critical. There’s been a series of suspicious withdrawals from one of our accounts—large sums of money, gone without a trace. I need you to work with Professor Jason and find out who’s behind this." There was a brief silence on the other end before Dante responded, his tone was carefu