At Kate’s office, a million and one thoughts had crossed her mind about letting his boss know about the conspiracies from Josh. The urge to tell him was there, but now she feels her job is at stake. The idea of her losing on both sides took away the better side of her thoughts because if she carefully explains to her boss, he will know who his enemy is. Although Josh didn't let her know, Jack used to be his colleague at San Diego hotels.But from his reaction, she could state that Josh was working on an influence and also had something to do with his boss in the recent past. The fear of whether her boss was going to believe her set in, but she decided to give it a try.At first, Kate's stomach lurched, but she pushed forward. She took a deep breath, with their chins lifting a slight notch. She stood up and headed to Mr. Jack’s office. Furthermore, she paused at the doorway, then resolutely stepped through.Knock!! Knock!Jack looked in the direction and nodded his head in acknowledgme
“I’m here,” Mr. Andrew snapped, ascending the stairs. With that, he looked at Scott, who quickly averted his gaze. He was sure his boss was looking for an outlet to vent his anger, and he wouldn't be the scapegoat.“Mr. Charles, it's good you are here. I wouldn't continue speaking on the phone with you concerning this issue.” Mr. Andrew bellowed.“So, can you explain what happened? Was your boy incompetent to deliver, or is there more to this?”“I don't think it's Josh’s fault; I think the useless tax officials Josh got messed up everything.” Mr. Charles defended.“So what difference does it make stating whose fault it was? The conclusion is that they didn't succeed.”"Sorry, the plot didn't go as planned, but I promise that I will come up with something better this time, Mr. Andrew,” Mr. Charles assured. “Jack needs to be stopped before he gets to the top he is aiming for.”Mr. Andrew chuckled incredulously. “Of course, he will be stopped, but I wouldn't need your help, Mr. Charles.
“Good morning, sir,” Kate greeted as she stood right in front of her boss in a pitiful ramrod posture as soon as she got inside his office. As she was still at her office before her boss demanded her presence, she prayed so hard for his boss's decision to suit her.“Morning, Kate. How are you?" Nancy forced a smile. “I’m fine,” she squeaked.“Relax yourself; you may have a seat,” Jack said.Nancy sat down, and Jack noticed she was relaxed a bit. She quickly passed the ledger on the table over to Jack.Jack realized at a single glance that it was the stolen ledger but decided to neglect it simultaneously. “I know all these nervous looks on you are that you fear what the outcome of my reply will be.” Kate was baffled that it was that obvious and Jack could read through her. “Well, you are retaining your job, but on a condition.”A flicker of hope passed through her eyes. “Please let me know whatever it is, I will do it,” she replied desperately.“This paper here is an undertaking,” he
In a clearer view, Mr. Jones recognized Mr. Andrew. Although it's mostly the Fisher’s company's human resources, or sporadically the manager, that brings the finances for external auditing, he knows a big fish if he sees one.Mr. Andrew is a politician and also a businessman, whom many prominent personalities can identify just at first glance.“Ah! Good day, Mr. Andrew.” Mr. Jones stood up from his seat, offering a handshake to Mr. Andrew, who returned the gesture. “What a surprise visit, sir. To what do I owe this visit?”Mr. Andrew felt some sense of humor with those words from Mr. Jones.“I need your help with something crucial to me.”“Help! What kind of help, if I may ask?” Mr. Jones adjusted to his seat as his mind swirled into multiple streams on what that could be. He couldn't imagine the kind of help he could be offering to an influential man like Mr. Andrew.“Ok, let me go like this.” Mr. Andrew didn't want to go straight to present what brought him. He only wants to state i
“You sounded so urgent over the phone. I had to rush here as soon as I dropped off the call. What is the problem?” Blade said immediately that he got to Jack's office and relaxed a bit on a seat.Jack was short on words. He looked at Blade and handed the letter to him without saying a word.“You can actually let me know what is there rather than giving me to go through it.”“I think it's better you read through,” Jack replied.Blade took a brief look at the paper and then raised his head. “Who could have reported to the board that you fabricated the license for your firm?”“My brother, it seems it's quite unbelievable what people could wake up and think of doing,” Jack responded.“Well, I think you only need to counter them with wisdom. If you bounce hard the way you feel about this, you might end up getting on the board’s bad book, and you know what that means.”“I fully understand. I will present my licenses and permits to them. But my only problem is that they have canceled my resu
Jack got to the New York State board of public accounting early enough, when most of the staff had not come to work.His eyes were red and puffy, like overpriced berries. The thought of the allegation weighed heavily on him; he had a sleepless night.Jack had called his company’s lawyer, and he gave him the reason he couldn't come, explaining he was out of town.The lawyer happened to be a general lawyer; most of them who owned an accounting firm patronized his services.So he knew he had to face this alone with his head held high.Jack inquired and met the licensing board investigator, who questioned him about the accusation. And then he gathered all the necessary documents that he would present as witness statements of evidence to the accounting license unit.He asked Jack to go and have a seat while he waited on the judgment from the board.After some moments, he heard a low, menacing tone that lingered in his ears, just behind where he sat. “Who do we have at the mercy of the Boar
Jack adjusted his shirt as he stepped into the studio to have a seat. Across from where he sat was Mr. Jones, with a smug grin plastered across his face.A woman with a perfectly silver-coiffed mane showed up. She happened to be the host, “Welcome to 'Financial Face-Off'! We have a serious allegation. Mr. Jones Cloud here claims that you, Mr. Jack Ford, have been operating your accounting firm with forged licenses and permits.”With the revelation, everything was beginning to make more sense to Jack. It was clear that Mr. Jones was the mastermind behind the accusation. He knew there was more to the public audit; it was a calculated attempt to destroy his career. With the thought of that, his blood ran cold.Jones leaned forward, his voice dripping with mock concern. “Indeed, he is.”“Hold on, we didn't ask for your opinion for now,” the host interrupted him and continued. “The integrity of the financial sector hinges on qualified professionals. I believe a live demonstration of your
Later, as Jack exited the studio, a group of people approached him, their expressions filled with newfound respect. He recognized them as those who came with Mr. Jones earlier; they happened to be Mr. Jones' clients and investors.“Mr. Jacks,” one remarked, “your explanation was excellent. I'd be very interested in discussing my financial needs with your firm.”Jack, vindicated and buoyed by the turn of events, offered a genuine smile. “Thank you. I'd be happy to.”The other inquired, “I hope you don't mind if I switch my company to the winning team’s accounting firm, sir?” Others nodded simultaneously at his request.It all sounded hilarious to Jack that they referred to his firm as the winning team, and he let out a wild smile. “Of course, I don't mind.” Jack replied, and they left the spot with high expectations.The ordeal had not only cleared Jack’s name but also transformed a potential allegation into an unexpected opportunity.As Jack approached his car to leave, he heard his n