"God dammit," Santana swore, as she stubbed her toe on one of the files boxes that had been taking up her office for the past two weeks. She frowned, thousands of documents, millions of sheets of paper and she still couldn't figure it out. Of course, keeping the whole thing quiet so she didn't spook whoever it was that was siphoning money from the company funds. She frowned and kicked the box over watching as papers flew out and landed on the ground, scattering around her desk. She lets out a low frustrated groan. "Smart. That was fucking brilliant."
She doesn't have time for this, but she bends over and begins to pick up the scattered files and begins to slip them into the folders that it looks like they've come out of. Some of the folders are still relatively put together but there are some loose sheets that are just floating around and she sighs picking one up so she can put it in the correct file. She sighs again and picks up a sheet and turns it over, a receipt for services rendered. Starlight Consulting Services LLC.
The name sounded familiar, but something was off, the letterhead for one. Starlight Consulting Services was a corporation that they had worked with before. But you didn't just go from a corporation to an LLC, it just wasn't how it worked. She dropped the rest of the files onto the ground, her secretary and her underlings could take care of it right now she might have finally found a lead. She moves to her computer, now that she could see what she had missed. She picked up her phone and got ready to call her secretary to bring up everything she had on this LLC when she stopped, she currently didn't know who she could trust right now, so she was going to have to get all Nancy Drew and figure this out on her own.
"I probably should have read a Nancy Drew book," Santana muttered, at least they had all the files digitally, so she wouldn't have to go into the boxes again. She immediately noted that her suspicions were right. There were two of them. Starlight Consulting Services Incorporated and the LLC, but they had fired that consulting firm ages ago. In fact, it was around the time of their last audit. "The fuck we were paying the LLC nearly forty-grand a month—" Santana frowns when her phone rings choosing to ignore it. She's so close to figuring this out that she didn't want to be disturbed now. "Maybe if I—"
Santana flicks her eyes to her cellphone and is about to flip it over when she notices Charlie's name on it. After a moment of internal debate, she picks it up, "Charlie, you have either the best timing in the world or the worst, I haven't decided yet."
"When you say best timing in the world do you mean you've finally considered having phone sex with me and realized that despite your reservations that this is actually a brilliant idea? In fact, one of the best ideas I've ever had."
Santana rolled her eyes, "Well if you called for that, then I can assure you it's the worst time in the world. But I know you, that's not why you called. Probably one of the reasons, but not the reason you called. I found a lead. I think someone in the company used the fact that we used to deal with a corporation called Starlight Consulting Services to hide the fact that they were siphoning money from us. The names are similar, but one's an LLC and the other one is a corporation."
Charlie smiled and leaned back against her bed, "That's good right? Means you're one step closer to finding out who this mystery villain is."
"Yeah, which means the sooner I am to being done with this fucking audit. Now not that I don't miss you and want to talk to you but why are you calling?"
"Truthfully apart from my diabolical scheme to get into your pants while you were at work, seriously I just called to make sure that you ate something. Food is energy, energy is brain power, and brain power is what's going to help you get this bastard. Getting this bastard will lead you to a very sweet reward which is—"
"Charlie," Santana said with an amused sigh. "How have your sessions been going?"
Charlie was quiet for a moment and then sighs, "No fair this isn't about me—"
"Charlie," Santana repeated herself trying to sound reproachful. "I'm allowed to ask."
"My therapist wasn't exactly amused that I broke Quinn's nose. But I mean other than that, things are okay. I don't know what being fixed feels like. I mean I break a leg, the moment they take off the cast and I can run without causing another fracture I know I'm healed. I guess when the pain is gone as well, I don't know what that feels like when it comes to getting better. I don't know how well I am. I mean we sort of talked about what I witnessed. It was easier to talk to her after I told you but—that's not enough to say that I can come home tomorrow. I just feel a bit better—does any of that make sense? It makes sense in my head."
"As long as it makes sense in your head. Maybe this weekend if I've managed to catch this bastard I can come up and see you? I mean only if you want me too—maybe talk to your therapist again only if you—"
"Santana, the people here are crazy, I do want to see you. I want to be around someone sane and yeah if you give me a time I'll talk to my therapist. You know what? I'll even make you one of those macaroni art pieces that you can hang in your office."
Santana snorts, "I'd pay to see you attempting to do art," Santana informs her before leaning back and flicking through the information that was on file.
"Well promise me you'll hang it in your office."
"Sure, if it's good." Santana responds with an amused smile and frowns when she notices a name that keeps popping up. Maybe this was easier than she thought it was going to be. It was something that she could finally take to her higher ups which meant that she would definitely be spending some time with Charlie this weekend.
"It's macaroni art of course it isn't going to be good. It'll be like you know Picasso or some piece of modern art. I mean I made it in today's times so that's modern right? You can even attach some pretentious meaning to it."
"Uhuh," Santana mutters clicking on the name that was attached to the file.
"You stopped paying attention to me, maybe if I get naked—"
"Sounds great Charlie," Dani couldn't be the one that was siphoning money, but maybe if she researched the LLC, then she could make sure.
"Santana," Charlie said after a moment she was still highly amused.
Santana blinked and looked at her phone, "I'm sorry Charlie, what were you saying? I think I have something."
"I was talking about getting naked, but I'm going to let you work. Just please remember to get something to eat." Charlie pleaded; it was the sole reason that she had called.
"I'll tell my secretary to get me a sandwich," Santana says after a moment.
"With chips, you have to have them with chips."
"Fine Charlie, I'll get a small pack of Doritos and some water as well."
"Sweet, I'll go have some lunch too. You go find the person who has been the thorn in your side and finish up, I'll be waiting, with my shitty macaroni art."
Santana chuckled, "Alright, I'll call you later if you're not in a session okay? I love you."
"I love you too."
