Chapter 15 — The Final Flip: When I No Longer Have Patience

His voice was strange, as if he wanted to speak but was afraid to say it.

“Tu Cam… have you touched anyone lately?”

My heart sank slightly.

“Sir, just say it straight.”

He sighed.

“The tax department came to the company today.”

“They called me by name and asked to check all the documents I had ever processed.”

“They said… there is a real accuser.”

"Told you to take advantage of your position, falsify books, and evade taxes with a huge amount of money..."

As soon as boss Truong's words ended, I immediately understood. This was the "trump card" that Chu Minh and Chu Le talked about, the final blow that they thought could drag me to the bottom, leaving me with no way to live. Slandering me for falsifying books and evading taxes. A move... both dirty and poisonous. Accounting is my profession, what feeds me, and is the foundation for me to stand firm in an industry where even a small stain is enough to erase my name forever. If this crime is pinned on me, not only will my honor collapse, but my entire life could be buried. They don't want to win. They want me dead.

“Tieu Cam… you really didn't do those things, did you?” Boss Truong's voice clearly showed concern, as if standing between faith and fear.

I took a deep breath, forcing my voice to stabilize like a surface without ripples.

“Don't worry.”

"I've been doing this job for ten years, the books that have passed through my hands are calculated in hundreds of millions, billions, every number is clean, there is no room for errors."

“I can withstand any test.”

My certainty made the other end of the line also steady.

“Okay, with this sentence from you, I can rest assured.”

"The company will stand up and hire the best lawyers, absolutely not letting employees be wronged."

I hung up. Don't panic. There is only a fire burning from the bottom of my heart. Trieu Hong. The three of you… have truly reached the limit of shamelessness. They thought if they just threw mud at me, I would sink. But they forgot one thing. Mud cannot stain a person standing on a rock. I don't wait for the tax authorities to find me. I actively seek them out. I called, announced my willingness to cooperate with the investigation, and personally prepared all the records of ten years of work. Three boxes of documents. Not a single page is missing. I bring it to your place. The person who received me was a department head with the surname Liu. He looked at the three boxes of documents, his eyes flickering with surprise.

“Miss Tu, this is…”

“I know you received a complaint, so I brought all my books.”

“I want to prove it… as quickly as possible.”

He nodded, his attitude serious.

“We will check.”

“During this time, she kept in touch and coordinated when needed.”

"I get it."

Stepping out of the tax office gate, the sunlight was so bright that it made people squint their eyes. A new battle… has begun. But this time, I have nothing to fear. Because what I hold in my hand... Is the truth. The next week, I practically lived at the tax office. They check each project, randomly select, ask from the smallest amounts like bus tickets, to contracts worth tens of millions. Not a single detail was overlooked. Answer them all. Because every number, every line of text... is created by me. There's nothing to hide. There's nothing to fear. Over time, Chief Liu's attitude also changed. From coldness at work... to respect. Then gradually... came recognition. He realized that my books were not just clean. But also beautiful. Clear, logical, standard enough to be used as an example. On the tenth day, he called me in room. Pour me a cup of hot tea.

“Miss Tu, it's been hard.”

“We have checked everything, there are no problems.”

“Your ability… is excellent.”

I took the cup of tea and nodded slightly. This result… I knew from the beginning.

“So… my accuser?”

That's what I care about. Mr. Luu smiled, pulled open the desk drawer, and took out a file.

“The complaint is anonymous.”

“But during the inspection… we discovered some interesting details.”

"The application mentioned a specific project, saying that you falsely declared the cost by thirty thousand."

“That project… took place three years ago.”

“And the person with you in charge…”

He looked at me, his eyes deepened with a layer of meaning.

“It is your ex-husband, Chu Minh.”