"Whoever signed off on this purchase order is a fucking idiot! I'll have to report this in the morning..." Nata sighs, leaning back in her chair, taking a sip of her takeaway coffee, the bitter cold liquid doing very little to ease the tension within her. Another project assigned to her, another hole in the finances. Who knows what the missing money had been used on. Knowing Godhead Heavy Industries, it could have bought an executive a new watch, funded a luxury office or paid for the assassinat...