you,
Rosemarie. I’ll look over these at my desk and will bring them back to you when
I’m done.”
“No problem.”
Janet stuck the files
under her arm. As she walked down the floor, she opened one of the folders and
skimmed through its contents. The client was a hedge fund called Emperial – a
recently opened account. The first thing that caught Janet’s eye was the
missing address and ownership information, but that did not make any sense. It simply
had to be in the folder somewhere. She would just have a closer look once she
got back to her desk.
Suddenly, Janet heard
running footsteps and felt a rough push. Good thing she was wearing flats;
otherwise, it would have been impossible for her to maintain her balance. But
while Janet managed to stay on her feet, half of the files dropped out of her
hands and fell to the floor.
“Sorry, miss!” The man
who had just rammed into Janet called over his shoulder. “I’ve got to get back
to my desk!”
“Are you okay?” Dean
Snider had materialized out of thin air and was scooping the files from the
floor.
“Hi.” Janet blushed. It
seemed that every time she ran into Dean, she needed rescuing. “I’m fine, thank
you. It was my own fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She bent down to
pick up the rest of the folders.
“That guy is a jerk for
running you over like that and not even stopping to make sure you were all
right.” Dean looked at her. They were both kneeling on the floor. Dean smiled
and Janet felt her entire being tingle. It was not an alarming tingle like she
got when Tom Wyman’s knee brushed past her thigh, but a pleasant one. She did
not know much about Dean Snider, but she wanted to get to know him.
“These look important.”
Dean peeked at the folders, as he handed them to Janet.
“They are.” Janet
confirmed. “These are customer files; I was taking them back to my office to
make sure everything is in order for the upcoming audit.”
“And are we in good
shape?” Dean grinned.
“I think so,” Janet
answered. “At least I hope so.”
“That doesn’t sound very
promising,” Dean probed.
“I haven’t really
looked through them yet, as I was interrupted,” Janet alluded to the
embarrassing incident.
“Well, I hope that you
find everything up to your satisfaction.”
A yell from one of the
desks interrupted them. “Dean, over here, my computer email won’t open up!”
“I’ve got to get back
to work.” Dean shrugged. “It was nice seeing you again, Janet.”
Janet smiled: it was
nice seeing Dean as well. “You too. Thanks for your help.”
***
After showing a trader
with the attention span of a three-year-old how to reset his email password for
the umpteenth time, Dennis Walker settled behind his desk. A smile was playing
on his lips. It seemed that circumstance had a way of bringing him and Janet
Maple together. He found his encounters with Janet most entertaining, but now
Dennis realized that Janet Maple could be a lot more than a flirtation. While
Dennis was certain that he could gain access to Bostoff’s customer files,
navigating Bostoff’s systems on his own was a lot like trying to find his way
in the dark. Turning on the light would make things so much easier, and Janet
Maple could be the light switch he needed. Dennis had spotted a very important
detail while helping Janet to gather folders off the floor: one of the customer
files was entitled Emperial.
The Treasury
Investigations unit had been trying to get its hands on the Emperial hedge fund
for a long time. While Bostoff Securities had enough violations to build a
solid case, Bostoff’s clients were the main reason why Dennis had jumped on the
assignment. For the past two years, the Treasury Investigations division had
been tracking several notorious hedge funds that were suspected in a number of
infractions, including tax evasion and insider trading. Getting access to the hedge
funds had proven to be next to impossible: all
Rosemarie. I’ll look over these at my desk and will bring them back to you when
I’m done.”
“No problem.”
Janet stuck the files
under her arm. As she walked down the floor, she opened one of the folders and
skimmed through its contents. The client was a hedge fund called Emperial – a
recently opened account. The first thing that caught Janet’s eye was the
missing address and ownership information, but that did not make any sense. It simply
had to be in the folder somewhere. She would just have a closer look once she
got back to her desk.
Suddenly, Janet heard
running footsteps and felt a rough push. Good thing she was wearing flats;
otherwise, it would have been impossible for her to maintain her balance. But
while Janet managed to stay on her feet, half of the files dropped out of her
hands and fell to the floor.
“Sorry, miss!” The man
who had just rammed into Janet called over his shoulder. “I’ve got to get back
to my desk!”
“Are you okay?” Dean
Snider had materialized out of thin air and was scooping the files from the
floor.
“Hi.” Janet blushed. It
seemed that every time she ran into Dean, she needed rescuing. “I’m fine, thank
you. It was my own fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She bent down to
pick up the rest of the folders.
“That guy is a jerk for
running you over like that and not even stopping to make sure you were all
right.” Dean looked at her. They were both kneeling on the floor. Dean smiled
and Janet felt her entire being tingle. It was not an alarming tingle like she
got when Tom Wyman’s knee brushed past her thigh, but a pleasant one. She did
not know much about Dean Snider, but she wanted to get to know him.
“These look important.”
Dean peeked at the folders, as he handed them to Janet.
“They are.” Janet
confirmed. “These are customer files; I was taking them back to my office to
make sure everything is in order for the upcoming audit.”
“And are we in good
shape?” Dean grinned.
“I think so,” Janet
answered. “At least I hope so.”
“That doesn’t sound very
promising,” Dean probed.
“I haven’t really
looked through them yet, as I was interrupted,” Janet alluded to the
embarrassing incident.
“Well, I hope that you
find everything up to your satisfaction.”
A yell from one of the
desks interrupted them. “Dean, over here, my computer email won’t open up!”
“I’ve got to get back
to work.” Dean shrugged. “It was nice seeing you again, Janet.”
Janet smiled: it was
nice seeing Dean as well. “You too. Thanks for your help.”
***
After showing a trader
with the attention span of a three-year-old how to reset his email password for
the umpteenth time, Dennis Walker settled behind his desk. A smile was playing
on his lips. It seemed that circumstance had a way of bringing him and Janet
Maple together. He found his encounters with Janet most entertaining, but now
Dennis realized that Janet Maple could be a lot more than a flirtation. While
Dennis was certain that he could gain access to Bostoff’s customer files,
navigating Bostoff’s systems on his own was a lot like trying to find his way
in the dark. Turning on the light would make things so much easier, and Janet
Maple could be the light switch he needed. Dennis had spotted a very important
detail while helping Janet to gather folders off the floor: one of the customer
files was entitled Emperial.
The Treasury
Investigations unit had been trying to get its hands on the Emperial hedge fund
for a long time. While Bostoff Securities had enough violations to build a
solid case, Bostoff’s clients were the main reason why Dennis had jumped on the
assignment. For the past two years, the Treasury Investigations division had
been tracking several notorious hedge funds that were suspected in a number of
infractions, including tax evasion and insider trading. Getting access to the hedge
funds had proven to be next to impossible: all
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