Too Deep In With The Auditor E-Book

Marina Peters

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Martin Muller Audit
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 76

Beschreibung

Martin Muller is an Audit Manager working with one of the big auditing firms. On a newly assigned auditing engagement, he is challenged by fulfilling the demands of his boss as well as coping with deadlines. And then there is the attractive mid-forty female CEO of the small regional bank he is auditing this week. As the door of the vault of the bank closes unexpectedly and both of them are locked in it gets hot down there...

Leseprobe

TOO DEEP IN WITH THE AUDITOR

There it is. The email that's going to ruin my weekend. How do I know? It’s from Dick. He never sends me anything, certainly not a meeting request on Friday at 3 pm for 4:30 pm. I took a second and thought if I should just duck out. But that would just leave me hating him until Monday. Might be worth it? But he didn’t give me a chance. Next thing I know he’s at my door.

“Hey, Martin. I have a thing at 4:30 with the wife.”

“Want to reschedule Dick?” I asked and watched him twist his face. His name is Richard and he hates when I call him Dick. Could just be the way I emphasis it thought.

“Ok. Well, I need you out on an audit pronto,” he said with a little shitty smile.

“Pronto?”

“Yeah, you need to be on site by Monday.”

“Fuck me. Monday?”

“Bank of Herrin in Carterville. Found some little branch that fell through the cracks.”

That was Donald's audit. he had two crews out there already. The bank had a pile of small branches whose records were only partly computerized.

“I have no one else to send. And I know I need someone fast and efficient.”

“No can do Dick. There are IT considerations, as well as accommodations and all the prep,” I told him.

“That’s why I am sending Jen with you and I gave Ops a call already, they should be working on that, have a good week,” He said. No wonder he was smiling he was screwing me hard without lube.

“Week?”

“We need it in a week, to marry up to Donald's part. It’s a small branch. But we need a one-man wrecking crew, and that's you. Unless…”

“No. Fuck. I’m going.”

“Good see you in a week.”

This is BS and he knows it. I think this has more to do with the New York Senior partners meeting. I would not be able to go and that would fuck me out of a promotion for another year.

They could have just as easily filed for an extension. But knowing Donald that was probably already done and they are out of time. So it’s off to Podunk financial I guess. I need to make a few calls and let down a few choices and sexy women I planned to get to know inside and out. But that would have to wait now.

Contents

Too Deep In With The Auditor

+Jen and Martin

+Ops and Martin

+Jen

+Martin

+Jen talking to Martin

+Ellis

+Chris

+Martin

+Pulling into the bank

+Ellis

+Martin

+Jen

# Sunday

+Martin

# Monday

+Ellis

+Martin

+Ellis

# Wednesday

+Martin

+Ellis

# Wednesday

+Ellis

+Martin

+Ellis

+Martin

# The next morning

+Ellis

# Friday

+Jen and Martin

I was handling the last of my calls when Jen came in and sat down. She was a funny little thing. All of five feet. A little a cup stick girl, and a lot of goth. She had a pile of violet tribal tattoos and some blood red roses and skulls. The Mexican sugar skull kind. She would have red hair if she didn’t die it black. She tended to wear black jeans and a black tee-shirt with black combat boots. You get the idea. She was quick and wicked smart with computers. In it, she was the one-woman wrecking crew.

“Jen, what can I do you for?”

“Hey, boss. I hear that we are headed south.”

“Yeah. I can hear the banjos playing now.”

“Not that far south.”

“Just about, you up for physical security assessments? I don’t think IT is their strong suit.”

“Herrin? They have most of the last five years on the system. They are scanning the rest and bringing up a gigabit dedicated fiber line. But yeah I have my camera and old-timey typewriter too,” she said.

I had to laugh. She was a riot on the Bank of Florida audit too. She loved the numbers as much as I did and she loved a challenge. Some people think auditing isn’t sexy but they just don’t know. Jen did.

“So, Carterville?” She asked.

“No, much worse. Cambria, even smaller. Can you drive an RV?” “What?”

“You know. One of those big sexy motor homes?” I asked. I was kidding but by the looks of the selection of two and three-star hotels a viable option.

“Well, yes,” she said.“My dad and I used to drive to Pennsylvania every Christmas and there would never be enough room in my aunt's house so, Yeah. He taught me to drive one.” Great, now I have to get an RV.

“You're shitting me? Why does that not surprise me?” I said.

“So. That means you want me to ride with you then?”

“I’ll talk to ops, text you were to meet me. We are taking off in the morning. I can at least squeeze in a night with Inga,” I said. Jen smiled at me and may possibly be gotten a little bit pink in color.

+Ops and Martin

I emailed heather in ops and asked if she could get an RV. Then I looked around for a nice restaurant to take Inga. If I was going to get lucky I had a limited time to impress her and seal that deal. Heather appeared at my door.

“What do you mean an RV martin? Why not a Hotel?” She asked. “Where the fuck am I supposed to get an RV?”

“Hotel, that would good. Think Motel and Bedbugs. Have you seen the motels? The only place they have five stars there is in the sky. I would get a room but then I would have to set it on fire,” I said only half-joking. I picked up my briefcase and finished loading my USB memory stick up for the trip.

“Fine. But you owe me, I want the 1976 Pinot. For my dad's birthday.”

“What? This is not a favor, it’s your job.”

“And you want me to find you an R-fucking-V on Friday at 4. No, I could just set a motel and send you with some Ridit and Calamine.”

“Ok, Ok. Fine. Thanks, Heather.”

“Have a good week Martin.”

“Sure. Everyone keeps saying it, won’t make it true.”

I pulled the USB stick out of the computer and put it in my pocket and grabbed my briefcase. “Text or email me the details.”

+++

I felt like a convict walking the green mile. Well, at least I will get a model and a lobster for my last meal. I was almost to the elevator bank and I spotted her. Fivefoot nine of trouble. Mrs. Dick. We have a sort of lovehate thing going. Mr. Richard Franklin, her husband hates me, and Mrs. Eloise Franklin loves me. Which is probably why Dick hates me.

Now that I come to think of it. Probably why he does not want me going to New York. It will keep her on his arm instead of hob-nobbing with me.

“Martin. How have you been? I have plans for New York,” she said in a low sultry tone.

“Eloise. Always a vision. Sorry to disappoint, but your husband just sent me on an emergency audit.” I pressed the elevator button.

“You're serious? Is there even such a thing?”

“The devil is always looking for his due.”

I saw Dick walking toward us when the elevator opened and Eloise grabbed my arm and pulled me in. She pressed the close door button hard and often. As I pressed the lobby button. Dick hurried over just in time to see her smile at him and the door close.

“You trying to get me fired Eloise?”

“No, I’m trying to get laid,” she said and pressed herself into me. Good god, she had a body and she was willing. But my flesh was weak and I had a time table to keep.

“No can do.”

“Not you jackass,” she tapped the side of my face in a playful slap. and laughed. “Richard.”

“Ok, I’ll bite, what are you talking about.”

“He will be on fire now wondering where I went. What I am doing and to whom I am doing it. I’ll go to the spa for a couple of hours and come home all steamy and having just taken a hot shower. He can smell that one me.”

“You're a monster, you know that?”

“Maybe, I took your advice after that Christmas party when he thought we screwed he turned into an animal.”

“Great.”

“He will want to fuck the hell out of me and take me anywhere I want to go for dinner.”

The elevator hit the lobby and she gave me a peck on the cheek and hopped out and walked out. Dick was a lucky man, luckier still that she put up with his ass. I headed for the parking garage. Hot models wait for no man, not for long.