by Tyler, Nella
“Will do. I’ll get you some coffee. Anything else?”
“No.”
I went straight to work and tried to pull up research with the other name Alicia had told me. Right away I saw legal charges and businesses under that name. It was the missing piece of information that I needed to finally get some answers. Well as many answers as I could get without the direct files from her company.
My afternoon was spent going through the online information I had found and running into a lot of roadblocks. I just wasn’t as familiar with this type of research as I was with regular financial data.
One piece of information that I had been able to find was media coverage of the legal charges and evidence that was made public against Alicia and her fellow workers. It appeared the federal government had originally arrested both Alicia and Bill, but neither were formally charged. I couldn’t find too many details about why they were not charged, just a lot of statements that said there was a lack of evidence.
Bill Yobi was released first and then the following day Alicia was released. Most of the media coverage seemed to believe they were both guilty but that the government just couldn’t find enough evidence against them.
I decided to delve further into Bill Yobi and his history. My gut said that he was a major player in the first company’s issues and he was probably behind whatever was going on with the current company. The way he micromanaged Alicia, there had to be something he was hiding.
There was a plethora of information on Bill; much of it was very old, though. In the last ten years, the only information I had been able to find was the investigation from Alicia’s pervious company. Bill hadn’t had any other public records issues in the last decade. He had no other legal charges, speeding tickets or divorces. There was nothing else on him at all.
At first it seemed normal to have no other legal actions, but not for Bill. For the first forty years of his life, he was constantly involved in court proceedings. He was married, divorced, had collections accounts, unpaid parking tickets, etc. It looked extremely odd that suddenly, ten years ago, he stopped getting in trouble with the law. Except the one obvious charge from Alicia’s former company.
“You look like you need a friend,” Rebecca said as she came in and locked the door.
It made me nervous that she wanted to lock the door. I wasn’t in the mood to fuck her and I didn’t want to make her feel bad for refusing her. I hoped she had only locked the door to ensure our privacy while we reviewed the information about ALL Warren Clothing.
“I need your help for sure. I have a different name that Alicia’s old files are under.”
“Great, let’s see what we can find.”
Rebecca was a computer whiz and I sat back and watched as she scrolled through page after page of material on Alicia. There were copies of old bank statements, plane tickets, even an old Facebook account. Rebecca moved too fast for me to comprehend everything that she found, but she seemed pretty excited.
“There is a bank account in her old name in Switzerland. I can’t see how much is in the account but I would bet a lot. There would be no other reason to have a bank account in such a neutral and safe location.”
“So were they hiding the money from the feds after the last company went bust?” I asked.
“Probably, but who knows. Alicia could be hiding the money from everyone, or it’s possible she doesn’t even know the account is there. I don’t have the ability to see who else has access to the account.” Rebecca had thoroughly confused me.
“Basically we still have no idea what’s going on?”
“No, we know a lot more. First, we should look at this warehouse in New York. It’s listed as the mailing address for the bank account in Switzerland. Also, we still need that list of employees from Alicia. I think we have clearly established they are not reporting all their employee pay, but we need to see just how deep this goes.”
My mind swirled with all the information we had found. It seemed very clear that Alicia was involved in money laundering. She had a bank account in her name offshore and she had changed her name even. I had held onto hope that she was not involved. Her personality just did not seem like the one of someone who would do something that that, but the evidence was stacking up.
“Oh, Evan, look at this,” Rebecca said as she looked up some complaints about ALL Warren Clothing.
“What is it?”
“These companies are saying that they received extra invoices from this New York warehouse location. Many of these complaints say they tried to contact someone at ALL Warren and they denied that an extra invoice had been sent,” Rebecca said as she continued to search through information.
“Maybe it was just a mistake?”
“Forty-two of them were reported last year. That’s a lot of people claiming there was a mistake. That’s just the ones who reported it. I bed there were plenty of people who just paid the invoices and never realized and extra one had been issued.”
“Wow, I just don’t know what to think,” I said as I leaned back in my chair and looked out my window.
Nothing seemed to fit what I knew about Alicia. She didn’t seem like the kind of woman who would do something like that. I wanted to believe that someone else in her company had control of these things, but the evidence was stacking up.
“You should go out to this warehouse and check it out. Maybe see if there is anything fishy going on out there.”
Rebecca seemed to think I was some sort of detective or something. She had totally forgotten that I was a tailored suit wearing stock broker. Investigating businesses only happened on a computer for me, but in this case I had paid for an online investigator to help. I wasn’t equipped to go sneaking around warehouses and trying to find secret information.
“It’s a warehouse. What could I possibly find there?”
“I don’t know. But if you really want to get to the bottom of all this you should go check it out.”
Rebecca got up from the computer and walked over toward me. I could see the look in her eyes and she didn’t want to talk anymore.
“I should get going soon. Thanks for helping me with this research,” I said as I stood up and tried to walk toward the door.
Rebecca stopped me and grabbed a hold of my arm.
“I think we have time for some fun,” she said with a smile.
“Oh, we don’t have to. Thanks for helping me though, I really appreciate it.”
I leaned in to give her a hug and hoped that would be enough to get her going, but as I hugged her she reached down and grabbed my cock.
Her hand started to stroke me and my body reacted to her. It was a natural response that I just couldn’t stop. I didn’t actually want to fuck her though. But my body told her a totally different story. My body told her yes.
Rebecca got onto her knees and unzipped my pants. Her hand slipped in and pulled out my throbbing cock.
“Seriously, Rebecca, I need to get going.”
“Mmm, something tells me you can stay a little bit longer.”
I knew she wasn’t going to stop. She had her mind set on having fun in my office and I either needed to get on board with her plan or hurt her feelings by kicking her out.
I needed Rebecca to continue to help me with my investigation. So I needed to give her what she wanted.
Her lips moved against my throbbing organ and I held onto her hair. I pressed slightly on the back of her head to show her I wanted it deeper. I loved a good deep throat job.
My eyes closed and I found myself imagining Alicia’s lips around me. It made the experience so much hotter. I grabbed Rebecca and pulled her up to my desk. She turned around and bent over the edge while I hiked her skirt up and pulled her panties down.
With a quick motion I pulled a condom out of my draw and slid it on. I didn’t actually have a lot of sex in my office. But I often went out to the bar after work and needed to grab a couple condoms, just in case. I had a supply at home as well as at work to make it easy.
My body slid into Rebecca and she moaned with delight. There was something naughty about fucking in an office and I hadn’t done it in a long time.
“Shhh,” I said as I continued to thrust.
“Oh, Natasha doesn’t care. She’s the biggest nymphomaniac I know.”
I would have to revisit that topic with Rebecca later. I would have loved to of heard more about Natasha’s sexual habits. That was the kind of gossip I liked to be kept in the loop on.
I continued to thrust and Rebecca did her best to be quiet. Her ass was delicious to look at and I held onto her full hips to get the best leverage I could. She was fun, I had to admit that. But I didn’t want to be fucking her. I wanted to have Alicia bent over my desk and fucking her.
“Harder,” Rebecca moaned.
“You have to be quiet,” I said as I grabbed her head and pulled her up.
I put my hand around her mouth as I thrust deep inside of her. My body urged itself on until I felt the tension build up in Rebecca. She moaned and opened her mouth big as her body released.
Then out of the blue she bit down on my hand and I yelled out in pain.
“What the fuck Rebecca?”
I pulled out of her without finishing and quickly pulled my pants back up. My hand was bleeding as I walked over to the sink to rinse it off. I had never wanted to slap a woman my entire life as much as I wanted to hit Rebecca in that moment.
In fact, I had never really had the urge to strike a woman ever. My whole life, even when I was around a particularly annoying girl, I didn’t want to hit them. That was why the urge to hit Rebecca flowed through me with such surprise.
Of course I didn’t actually hit her. But I kept thinking about it and thought I would probably continue to think about it long after she was away from me. The way she had latched down hard onto my had was no accident. I didn’t care if she was in the middle of cumming or not. You just don’t bite people like that.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Evan. I must have done it in the moment. I’m sorry. Let me help.”
“No, I’ve got it. Why don’t you head back to work? I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Alright, talk to you later,” she said and she came up behind me and kissed the back of my neck.
She fucking bit me. I had never had a woman actually bite me like that. Sure, I had some good scratches to my back and one time a woman playfully bit my chest and left a bruise. Never had I ever actually had a woman draw blood from a bite.
For some reason, I didn’t feel like it was an accident.
Rebecca seemed much more calculating than she had been before. Her normal bubbly personality was gone and I felt faced with a complete stranger. There was definitely something going on with Rebecca and I didn’t want to stick around to figure it out.
Chapter 30
I spent another long night without sleep as I thought about the warehouse that was in New York. By morning, I had decided to take the day off of work, rent a car and drive out to where the warehouse was.
I was prepared for Natasha to be a little shocked when I called into the office. It was unusual for me to take time off and even more unusual that I wouldn’t have planned it for months in advance.
“I’m not going to be in today,” I said to Natasha when I called in.
“Who is this?”
“Funny. It’s Evan. I have something to do. Please cancel my appointments.”
“What? You haven’t missed a day…ever. Is everything alright?”
“Yes, I’m just doing some investigating.”
“Alright, I’ll just tell people you are sick. Is that ok?”
“Yes, that is great.”
When I hung up the phone, I knew I had just thrown Natasha for a loop. In all our years working together I had never actually called in sick. One time, I had been very ill and came to work and then left early. But never had I totally cancelled a whole day. In the world of the stock market, people didn’t really take days off. If the market was open, I was at work.
Driving my rental car didn’t feel normal to me. The last time I drove with Rebecca was the only time I had driven in several years. Living in New York, there just was no need for it.
I was so thankful to have MapQuest on my phone. I really didn’t know how people were able to get anywhere without the directions from their phones. I relied on them within the city when I walked to new restaurants; I certainly needed the maps guidance in finding where the warehouse was.
The warehouse was located in Cooperstown, New York. Well actually just about ten miles south of there in the middle of nowhere. It took me a long time driving around before I actually found the address since it was located a long ways into the woods.
It didn’t look like a place you would want your warehouse to be.
The road was gravel and wasn’t suitable for semi-trucks. To get to the warehouse, you had to drive on a winding road that seemed pretty impossible for big trucks to navigate in the winter. Something was fishy, I felt it right away.
As I pulled up to the address there was a fence around the warehouse. Sometimes warehouses had fences, so that wasn’t particularly worrisome. The thing that caught me off guard was the armed security guard who came out to my vehicle when I pulled up. Why would you need an armed security guard at a clothing warehouse?
“This is private property, sir; I’m going to need you to turn around.”
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry. I’m lost. Can you tell me where the baseball hall of fame is?”
Again, totally out of the ordinary. A normal warehouse would ask someone if they could help them. Perhaps ask if I was there to see someone specific or at least check my driver’s license. This guy knew I wasn’t supposed to be there and made sure I knew it as well.
“It’s about ten miles north,” the man said as he pointed and then went back into his small building.
I turned the car around and drove down the road, but I wasn’t about to leave. I knew for a fact that something was going on in there. Something that certainly didn’t have anything to do with a new fashion clothing line.
It took me about thirty minutes of driving around before I found a dirt road that ran parallel to the warehouse. I pulled off to the side of the road and made my way through the woods toward the building.
I moved slowly and tried not to make any noise as I walked through the forest. Unfortunately, a forest is rather noisy when you have sticks everywhere and have to try and walk over them. I wasn’t use to being in the woods and I certainly wasn’t comfortable with trying to sneak into a warehouse that had an armed guard. But I was convinced that the information I needed was inside the warehouse. I had to get in. I had to help Alicia and try and save her company from going on. I knew that another tragedy with his company would have my organization seeing red. We wouldn’t be able to make much money at all and most of our stick holdings would be decreasing at rapid numbers. I would lose a lot of clients, and money.
Luckily I had put on tennis shoes and jeans and wasn’t wearing one of my tailored suits. It took about twenty minutes of walking through the thick brush before I found the perfect spot to observe the warehouse. Surprisingly, there were only two cars in the entire area around the building..
I sat in the bushes and watched the building for awhile. No one seemed to go inside or come outside. It wasn’t a typical warehouse and I was sure of that. But I had no idea what else could be going on inside of there.
I was about to leave when I saw a man come out of the building and get into his car. Shortly after the first man left, a second one also left. Since I had watched the building for several hours I knew there was only the one security guard at the front. Well, that was assuming there wasn’t any inside, but since there were no other cars, I hoped that meant there were no other men in there.
My mind had been made up and I wanted to see inside the building. I had driven way too far to just look at the outside and not actually go into the building. I walked around the perimeter to see if there were any are
as where I could get inside the gate. To my surprise, the actual security around the building wasn’t that great. The gate was stretched out and broken in several areas and I even noticed a back door that looked like it wasn’t all the way shut.
Slowly, I slid through an opening in the fence and made my way to the open door. I tried to stay as quiet as I could and hoped that the armed security guard was only located at the front gate and there were none inside the building. I certainly wasn’t prepared to deal with an armed officer.
I pulled the door opened and walked slowly inside the building. I had expected it to be filled with boxes or other warehouse type things, but instead I found an empty building. The entire middle of the building was empty with just a few boxes around. There were offices along one wall on the top and bottom of the building, but they were all dark.
There didn’t seem to be any reason to have security at this building at all. Even if there were people who worked there during the day, why have an armed security guard at the front gate?
I needed to investigate more. I hadn’t come all the way out to the middle of New York just to find a little information, I needed all of it. Investigating certainly wasn’t my thing. I couldn’t believe that I was even out there. I was the guy who didn’t want to do recreational sports because I would get dirty. Climbing around an old warehouse was way out of my comfort zone.
I decided to start at the top of the warehouse and look through those offices first. There was enough light coming from the main room for me to be able to see into each of the rooms. I went slowly and kept an eye out for the security guard. The last thing I needed was him coming into the warehouse and shooting me.
Although the security guard didn’t look all that tough, the fact that he was carrying a gun made him immediately scary. It was also scary because he looked young enough to not understand the consequences of shooting someone. Young and dumb was not something I wanted to go up against.
The first two rooms were totally empty, but when I got to the second room, I noticed a stack of boxes that looked very similar to the ones I had seen at the new offices of ALL Warren Clothing. I really couldn’t tell if they were the same boxes or not because I hadn’t had enough time to go through them at the office.