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calculated the progression of the profits and it
became obvious that there was less than there
should be. He entered the numbers into several
types of statistic and 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.
