The Vault Manager – Part 2: Balance

The audit was a masterclass in attention. She went through every supposed error, slowly, aloud, in the low voice of a woman who had never needed to shout. She had him stand, kneel, hold still. She tapped the pen when he hesitated. She made him recite the balance sheet of his own failings from a ledger she had made up, line by line, and corrected him every time he faltered. She put a gloved finger under his chin and looked, and looked. It was strict and measured and, underneath, deeply affectionate, and the quiet of the vault wrapped him like a blanket.

Every half hour: "Do you wish to continue, Mr Rao?" "Yes, Ms Whitlock." "Say it clearly." "I do. Thank you."

At two, she closed the ledger.

"Audit," said Eleanor, softly.

She took off the gloves and glasses, laid down the jacket. She was warm Eleanor now, in her blouse and stockinged feet, and she led him to the four-poster, wrapped a coverlet round them both and opened the champagne that had been waiting in an ice bucket.

"How are you?"

"Balanced," said Dev, with a long exhale. "For the first time in months."

"Good." She clinked her glass against his. "You were exemplary."

"Will the Manager require another audit?"

"Quarterly," said Eleanor. "I have a very long list."

"I look forward to the findings," said Dev, and she laughed, and the great round door gleamed in the lamplight.

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