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financial software programs that were

available to him and he had his suspicions

confirmed. And so, after he had processed

them into a zip format, he dragged the files

onto his personal email and flew them off

to his manager whom he hoped would

have a better about this than he did.

In less than ten minutes he felt his phone,

surprisingly not his office one, chirping at

him from his inside black cotton jacket that

sat behind him over the back of his office

chair. He reached back and picked it up.

“Yes?” he asked with that sharp, arrogant

and slightly disingenuous tone that he had

unintentionally picked up in only the last

few months that he had been working in

the city.

“Mr. Patel can you please come to my

office?” It was, unsurprisingly to Sam, his

boss.