PART 1
It was one
of those rainy greyish mornings which London is used to. Ling was enjoying her
coffee at the company’s cafeteria at the 34th floor of the Lloyds
building. The view was one of London’s finest, you could see all the way to
Canary Wharf on all the activity buzzing through the City. This reminded her
how far she had come to be here, one of the youngest analysts at DeMoisson
& Associates. Ling had graduated from Oxford with a degree in International
Taxation Law and had been working at DeMoisson since then. Her thoughts were
interrupted by the sound of a coin being put in the coffee machine. “Ling,
darling, your skirt is so tight I can barely concentrate”. She turned round and
immediately recognized Amir. Amir and her had entered the company together a
year ago and had become close friends, even if they couldn’t stop arguing about
everything. Amir is from French-Moroccan origins and also graduated from Oxford
in Computer Systems Analytics; both of them knew each other back from
university. Ling was well aware that Amir had a particular taste for Asians and
was famous at uni for being the only non-Asian member of the Japanese and
Chinese societies at Oxford. But even if she sometimes disapproved his
behavior, she finded him a good joke and liked to work with him. “Oh dear, Amir, stop being a jerk and just
grab your coffee, you know we have a meeting in a minute for our next
assignment. Let’s go, we’re already late.” Ling and Amir hurried down the
corridor to the conference room. Walls were lined with photos of oil rigs,
quarries and container ships, reminding that DeMoisson & Associates was the
assurance and compensation specialist for high investment industries around the
world. Ling and Amir were part of the audit department and as such were
responsible for assessing client’s risks and garantees.
Two people
were waiting for them in the conference room. “Sorry boss, elevator traffic
jams this morning!”, joked Amir. “Ok, enough you two, just sit there and be
quiet for once” replied John amused. John is the Investigation & Dispute
department head. ”Guys, let me introduce you to your new senior consultant
Edouard. Edouard is joining us from our Singapour office, where he worked as our
Oil & Gas specialist for our French and Dutch clients. You will be working
together on your next mission, and Edouard, I can promise you, those two are
not easy to manage” said John rising his eyes to the sky. Edouard gave a hint
of a smile. Ling considered him more closely. Edouard was a tall, gracious,
blonde man, perhaps 28 or 29 years old, he was very good-looking, but had this
kind of old-fashioned aristocratic way of behaving. He was wearing a perfectly
tailored suit and expensive leather shoes, but also a non-standard Mao collar
shirt underneath and no tie which gave him some kind of exotic appearance. She already knew much about him; Edouard De
Beaufort, born in an old noble Belgian family, spent his youth in Congo and
graduated from the French Petroleum Institute; rumors at DeMoisson said he was only
assigned to the most risky clients and was the rising star in the Singapour
office.
“One of our
London-based clients Blackpool Assets Ltd has recently invested a big amount of
money in the Bagpadan refinement facilities south of Bakou, Azerbadjian,
continued John switching on the projection screen, and their internal audit
teams have detected anomalies in inventory counts since their local partner has
assigned a new plant director to the facility. We happen to have a global
assurance contract with Blackpool Assets and as such we need you to assess the
fraud risk of this particular subsidiary. As you see, pointed John to the
screen, Bagpadan is close to the Iranian border and our analysts have informed
us that some of the Iranian oil which is under embargo is smuggled through
Azerbadjian to be sold. I am therefore advising you to be very careful during
your investigation as you might be confronted to bigger business stakes than
expected.” Ling looked at her colleagues over the table; Edouard was frowning
eyebrows, he seemed very concentrated. This seems like a tricky mission thought
Ling dreaming. “Good thing I got myself an Amex Gold, whispered in her ear
Amir, flight and hotel bills alone are going to give me a hell of a lot of
points!”. God, could this guy never be serious one moment, said Ling to
herself.
“You’ll be
taking tomorrow morning's flight to Bakou, your local contact will be Claire
Delacour, which acts as Backpool's industrial controller in the Bagpadan oil
complex. She should be picking you up at the airport in about 21h, said John
looking at his watch. We received assurance from our client that local
personnel should be cooperative and that you should have full access to the
information system and to the warehouses. You’ll find detailed information in
the preliminary report you’ll receive before leaving. As usual, you will find
internal audit’s documents as well as our Level 1 analysts’ review. Ling, Amir,
Edouard, good luck for your mission and don’t forget what
DeMoisson&Associates has always stood for: excellence for our clients,
quality above all others.”
Amir
started clapping. Now, that made Ling giggle, how many times they had been
hearing this corporate rubbish! Whatever, she thought. She was focusing on
Edouard, trying to interpret his reactions to this presentation: is it going to
be dangerous? Is it going to be difficult? She couldn’t really point out any
emotions, Edouard seemed concentrated, but stood very calm, he inspired
confidence. He turned to the two juniors and winked with a large smile “See you
two at the airport then “terrors”, try to get a good night sleep, cause it’s
going to be a long day tomorrow”. John and him left the room talking low. “Well
then Amir, don’t forget to be on time tomorrow, the plane company is
not going to buy elevator problems this time”, saind Ling as she left the room, leaving
Amir muttering over his laptop. A good night sleep it will be then, she told herself
with a blasé tone, it really is going to be a long day tomorrow after all...
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