Paul leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful yet guarded. “Well, there’s more to it than meets the eye,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “The chickens, they’re not just laying eggs anymore.” I furrowed my brow, not entirely sure what he meant. “What do you mean, Paul?” I inquired, trying to hide the impatience creeping into my voice. He sighed, rubbing his temples as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. “We found something in the barn,” he admitted. “Something we weren’t supposed to see.” His words hung in the air, heavy and foreboding. “And you think this is connected to the accounts?” I asked, shifting in my seat. Paul nodded, his eyes never leaving the ledger. “Everything’s connected,” he replied cryptically.
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