Faking With Benefits Book 소설 & 이야기

My mind is so fuzzy that it declines to accept additional stuff to think about. Bato perhaps realizes that coz he proactively explains what the papers are all about. He says, “The pouch has your fake IDs, a cell phone with secured contacts and some cash in it while the folder has your fake documents, which contain your partially altered identity. You got a birth certificate, a high school diploma and a certificate of employment.”

"Inform HR. Felix will be terminated immediately for falsifying his résumé, repeated absenteeism, and…" She paused briefly, looking at Felix's ashen face. "Abusing his position to submit fraudulent renovation invoices and misappropriate company funds. Transfer the case to the legal department at once." "Fraudulent invoices?" Felix's legs nearly gave out, and his eyes widened in panic. "How did you find out?" He had secretly submitted fake construction material receipts to get the company to reimburse the renovation costs for his new villa. He had been very careful. He seemed unable to fathom how it could have possibly been exposed.

Could it be what the employees claim is true, that performance is being manipulated, wages are being skimmed, short-term benefits are used to pacify them, and then salaries are reduced again under the excuse of poor company performance? This made others start doubting again. I let out a sneer. "Of course not. My company has been around for ten years. For ten years, those benefits have been in place. "If what you say is true, where was I skimming wages from in the beginning when they hadn't even generated any revenue? "Besides, their monthly performance has always been pitifully low. Based on the actual numbers, they don't even make more than five thousand dollars. "But still, I paid them nea

on anonymous client profiles, all wrapped in vague language and speculation. Just enough to look like a real lead if anyone’s watching, and off the mark enough to make them sleep better at night. I salt it with fake phone numbers, bad dates, even a line about a “possible romantic entanglement” between Liberty-Anne and a minor Bainbridge investor. Pure fiction, but plausible enough to distract. It’s tedious, playing cat-and-mouse with a shadow I can’t see, but it beats handing over my real work on a silver platter.

"After careful consideration, I've come to a decision. All of the company benefits have been canceled. You will only receive the basic benefits listed in your employment contract." All of the smiling faces stiffened, and the employees broke into an uproar.

I cleared my voice and started “ First and foremost we have to look for jobs since the money we came with won't carry us for long.” Jack gave me his tablet so that I could type up resumes and start looking for jobs. “ It's going to be hard since we have no references, no work history. Who is going to hire us?” Lance asked “Fake it,” Jack said with a shrug and joined us on the couch. “ If each of you gets a phone, you can create a fake work history and list each other as references.” I stared at him and he held up his defensively “ What?” People do it all the time and it's not a big issue here.”

The man with brown hair and in his early thirties took the file and read it before saying " These are the record sheets of our last two years' fund, profits, projects and shares. However, in these files everything is to point besides here, the profits graph didn't show the right value of what we have gained. These data is not the same as we have in our record " " It's because Mr Goyal, what reports we received were fake ones. These are the real papers " Maverick said passing the file to the other men who read and gave their own opinions. Some of them even talked through their eyes before madly looking at Mr Mital who was a guy in his late thirties.

"A grubby schmuck waltzing into Regal International? Security! What's this place coming to, letting in street scum? It's revolting!" His cronies piled on. "Hey, don't soil the rugs." "Mark, remember? This guy is all principled, claiming money means nothing. Now that his gimpy girlfriend is history, he is here trolling for a rich benefactress?" Their malicious cackles reverberated through the lobby. Enduring their fabricated slander, I fixed Mark with a steely glare and ground my teeth. "Back off!" Mark's expression soured. "Say that again!" He lunged forward, shoving me with brutal strength.

Her face fell for a second but in typical Alicia fashion, she grew a pair and had her business face back on in a second. “Would that be all, sir?” “For now, yes.” I waved her off and went back to proofing the background check I requested for yet another dead end company. It would seem falsifying books was the new ’in’ thing. I should report them for fraud and take whatever is left of their companies afterwards, but that would be like settling for controlling Nemo in a sea where sharks also dwell. A waste of time.

Transfer records—the ghost employee files with his authorisation codes stamped on every page. "Fourteen fictitious employees on Bennett Holdings' payroll," I said. "Created using fabricated hiring documents, complete with fake performance reviews, fake disciplinary records, and fake termination dates designed to cycle them off the system before annual reviews could flag them. Monthly salaries totalling approximately two hundred and sixty thousand dollars per quarter, deposited into accounts traced to shell companies controlled by Victoria Bennett." Hart looked down at the documents. His face didn't change, but I watched the colour drain from his neck, creeping upward like water being absorbe