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Supernova
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2009
Evidence had been mounting for months. At first Ryan had thought that what he was seeing had to be some sort of error with the in house accounting software his company employed. But when he dug deeper he saw that what he had first discounted as a glitch was one of the most audacious and cleverly backed embezzlement schemes he had ever seen. Through a complex series of transactions with companies that only appeared to exist on paper hundreds of thousands of dollars had been siphoned out of the company. Not just any money either, the bailout money the business had received from the government. At first Ryan Miller could not believe his eyes: it was brilliant.
Complex transaction, mostly automated, were being performed that swapped money through multiple accounts with a different fictitious company each time, tens of thousands of dollars of the largely unnoticed and unregulated credit default swaps had been made at a time. Mostly with paper shell companies that existed only in small Mediterranean countries noted for bank and corporate secrecy. If the accountant had not been fooling around with the overly complicated program he never would have stumbled across the first evidence of this theft. It had taken him more than a few weeks to find the culprit. It was one of his coworkers, one who he had secretly admired for some time, and then an idea bloomed. He would give her all the rope she needed to hang herself with. Then, when they were next assigned to a project together and alone past normal working hours he would lay down the evidence before her.
This would be the night. He had put the folder of evidence in his briefcase that morning, knowing they would be pulling a late night. It was eight thirty when he called his coworker over to his desk and opened up the suit case. "I have something to show you," he said, looking intently into his brown leather suitcase. He slapped a thick folder down on the neat table and pushed it towards her, his sensual lips drawn into a small smile, blue eyes soft and open. There was something about his face that made him seem trustworthy, something about the way he held himself that made him seem so accessible. He had already rolled the sleeves of his button-up shirt to his elbows, blazer hung on the back of his swivel chair. "Look familiar?"
Complex transaction, mostly automated, were being performed that swapped money through multiple accounts with a different fictitious company each time, tens of thousands of dollars of the largely unnoticed and unregulated credit default swaps had been made at a time. Mostly with paper shell companies that existed only in small Mediterranean countries noted for bank and corporate secrecy. If the accountant had not been fooling around with the overly complicated program he never would have stumbled across the first evidence of this theft. It had taken him more than a few weeks to find the culprit. It was one of his coworkers, one who he had secretly admired for some time, and then an idea bloomed. He would give her all the rope she needed to hang herself with. Then, when they were next assigned to a project together and alone past normal working hours he would lay down the evidence before her.
This would be the night. He had put the folder of evidence in his briefcase that morning, knowing they would be pulling a late night. It was eight thirty when he called his coworker over to his desk and opened up the suit case. "I have something to show you," he said, looking intently into his brown leather suitcase. He slapped a thick folder down on the neat table and pushed it towards her, his sensual lips drawn into a small smile, blue eyes soft and open. There was something about his face that made him seem trustworthy, something about the way he held himself that made him seem so accessible. He had already rolled the sleeves of his button-up shirt to his elbows, blazer hung on the back of his swivel chair. "Look familiar?"
