It was fraud, of course. And it was discovered in the same way fraud is always uncovered - by accident. Id found it, and it wasnt even my department. I was in computing, but when I stumbled across the old spreadsheet even my untutored eye couldnt miss it.
I knew who. It surprised me, because shed been at the company for about twenty years. Eileen Romford. Credit controller. Stuck-up old bitch who tut-tutted when she caught me taking a few sheets of copier paper. Well, I thought grimly, eighteen thousand pounds over three years amounted to a damn sight more than a few sheets of A4.
I was on my way to the accounts managers office to reveal all, and enjoy doing it, but fate gave me another option. I rounded the corridor corner, only to walk straight into guess who. Collision course ; her papers all over the floor.
" Why dont you watch where youre going!" she snapped.
It was that moment of her bending down that dictated what I did next. I looked at her intently. Eileen was probably fifty-ish. Quite small framed, plain features with a nose that was almost, but not quite, hooked. Short brown-red hair, obviously coloured to disguise the grey. Not a looker, by any stretch of the imagination, but , well.....I dont know. As she squatted down picking the papers up I could see her calf muscles straining against her high heels. Black high heels. Ive always been a sucker for black high heels.
" Eileen, could I have a word? "
" What? " she said shortly, not looking up ; she only dispensed politeness to those of managerial status.
" Erm....perhaps we could use Simons office?" Simon was away skiing for a week.
She sighed impatiently, but flounced the five yards to his office with me following.
" Well? " she said as I closed the door.
Silently, I handed her the spreadsheet, then stood and watched with satisfaction as horror and panic drained the colour from her perfectly made-up face.
" I...I..." she stammered. " Its...."
" Its a lot. " I said, s... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
