||[Jun. 14th, 2006|03:41 pm]
I am very afraid.|
These numbers simply don't add up! I've been through them over and over again, clarified errors, uncovered more than a few sticky hands, and generally cleaned house for the last month, staring at spreadsheets and reports until my eyes bleed.
But this is even more than keeping up appearances with By and Ivan and Dono... maybe even Ekaterin...
The Imperial Residence is leaking money like a sieve. I don't know where it's going, the money trail just dries up. It's the most solid peculation scheme I've ever encountered; airtight, silent, and deep. I'm about this close to ringing up Lena Foscol and pinning her to the wall to try and get a better handle on the culprit. Or culprits. I could be looking at a conspiracy.
God, I wish Father were here. He's routed out more than a few thieves in his day, I'm sure.
Hah, maybe I've just lost it. Well, I must have; here I am, slaving 27 hours a day in front of a comconsole, crunching numbers the old fashioned pre-Jump way because I'm too paranoid to even let the math wizards in the basement of Imperial Security handle this. I never thought something could be too hot for ImpSec. But paranoid delusions don't explain why, for the last 5 years, the Residence is losing close to a hundred thousand marks a year, even though the numbers all check out.
*sigh* The only course of action right now is to brief Gregor, and let this one percolate a little. Maybe it's just a typo. That I've missed 8 times. But the feeling that something's not right in the Residence scares me greatly.