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prorevenge · 5 years

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Got my boss arrested for possessing child porn also resulted in CEO arrested for embezzlement.

I apologize for the long-windedness of this story. I'm not a writer, so I am just writing from memory and it got a bit longer than I had originally anticipated.

Almost 2 decades ago, I worked in the magazine publishing industry as an advertising and marketing manager. What this meant is that I sold advertising spaces in our line of various publications. You know those fancy clothing ads or product ads in between articles? Yeah those. And when you're good at it, you can make embarrassingly large stacks of cash. I was about 20 years old, making a very healthy $150K/year. So I thought I nailed a dream job.

My director, on the surface, seemed like the most awesome boss. He was charismatic, he knew how to lead. He was a retired Marine and was incredibly good at motivating his subordinates. He was friends with the actual Wolf of Wall Street, Jordan Belfort, and had him come in to our company to teach us how to close sales. And yes, I know how to "sell you this pen."

My director, we'll call him D, was in actuality one of the shadiest people I've ever met and his over confidence in his skills led to not only his downfall but also led to a huge scandal in the company resulting in multiple investigations including his arrest and the CEO's arrest on different charges.

I won't get into the backstory of how I started there or how I rose up the ranks under D. All you need to know is that he took me under his wing to train me as his protégé. D was known in the company to create advertising initiatives that would be insanely profitable. He would then move one of his subordinates into managerial role on that project so he would move on to the next initiative. What most people didn't realize was that his initiatives were only sustainable for maybe 2 to 3 years before they would start losing money. But because D was such a prominent figure in the company, the manager who took over the project would take the blame for it, citing "lack of proper management skills." So D was largely untouchable and never took the blame.

D put me in charge of one of those initiatives. But instead of losing money, I was able to sustain it for more than 7 years. This gave me a staff of 200 additional sales reps to oversee. I was also the supervisor, the graphic designer, IT, HR, and I had my own accounts to manage as well so I was working from 6am to 11pm 6 days a week. Not including my commute of 1 hour each direction in Los Angeles traffic. I knew I was working myself into an early grave.

One of the things I always thought was weird about how D managed his subordinates was that he required everyone to provide him with their PC login and password. Keep in mind this was the early 2000's and our IT was barely able to build a corporate network so this was our best way to monitor what people did on their PC's (or so I was told).

It turns out, after hours, D would log on to their PC's and would not just go through their company emails (it was against company policy to use Outlook for any non-company related communication. And this was audited by D weekly). He would also look through people's browsing history. He would set everyone's browsers to automatically save any passwords entered, so he'd read their browser emails (Yahoo, Gmail, etc.). His justification was that he was looking for any evidence of corporate espionage or violations of proprietary information.

One of the most irritating was that he required everyone to save their company Outlook .PST files (where emails are stored) to his network drive. This allowed him to monitor people's company emails from his own computer.

So when our team got so big, we had to hire our own accounting team. Because they fell under D's jurisdiction, he had access to their PST files as well (but our accounting team didn't know this). This allowed him to monitor a lot of financial communication between our parent company, and also predict where budgetary changes were being made.

D would use this to maximize how he strategized his next project initiatives. He clandestinely knew where the money was going to be before anyone else so he had time to come up with plans on how to get a bigger chunk of that cash. On the outside, his ability to do this seemed almost preternatural. But all he was doing was just reading confidential emails without anyone knowing. All accounting information was kept confidential just within the finance team, so they didn't know D was readily accessing this information. Like I said, our IT team was barely conscious.

D decided he wanted to take a 2 week vacation and left me in charge of monitoring duties. He showed me where the PST files were. Internally, I was utterly aghast at how much he was looking at our personal communications. But, I was young, naïve, and making a salary that most 20-somethings could only dream of so I thought this was normal corporate operations.

During D's vacation, one of our reps dropped a cigarette down a plastic drain pipe outside the office. Turns out he'd been doing that for weeks and the back up of cigarette butts eventually caught fire and it set off the smoke alarm in the building. We were forced to evacuate and close up shop for the day. Because I could work remotely, I copied all the PST's to my laptop and headed home. That's when I discovered something that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

In my haste to copy the PST files, I inadvertently copied D's to my computer as well. Out of morbid curiosity, I figured what the hell, why not? So I started looking through his emails. At first, I found emails to another director, where he was disclosing how he was able to 'go where the money is.' Turns out, another director in another branch was also doing the same thing and they were joking about how they were able to make so much money and set up the manager they left behind to fail. They talked about how they would share this financial information with advertisers, other publishing firms, etc. to put themselves in strategically advantageous positions for prime accounts. In a nutshell, what they were doing was sharing corporate information without tacit approval from the legal team. I saw junior associates get taken to court over this.

I also saw emails from several female colleagues who were mysteriously "removed" from the company. Turns out, D had 9 sexual harassment claims against him from these female colleagues. But because he was so profitable to the company, the CEO turned a blind eye, settled them out of court and then moved D to a different team to avoid any negative perceptions. Many of these emails between D and these female colleagues was very explicit, and it was very clear his advances were unwanted. Lots of dick pics, lots of pics of D and his wife engaged in sexual activities hoping the female colleague would want to join in, etc.

D also had a folder called "New Accounts". By this point, my image of D was shattered. The guy I thought was a great mentor was just a sleazebag. So I looked into that folder, and found a massive collection of some of the most explicit child porn. My mind will be forever haunted by the filth that I found there. Even just thinking about it now makes me want to cry for the lost innocence of those poor children. So I wanted to sink this guy.

My thought process was this: If I straight up reported the CP, it would be obvious where the reporting came from since I was the only one who had access to his PST file. I didn't want to have a vindictive angry Marine breathing down my neck. So instead, I reported the accounting irregularities through our anonymous company hotline. This would trigger an immediate investigation which includes a thorough audit of a person's computer. Even though D had his laptop with him on his vacation, his desktop computer was still very much online at the office.

Accounting and legal took the investigation insanely seriously. Things moved so fast that I got a call from D the next day with a request. "I need you to write up two notes. One note says 'This is my two week notice.' and the second note says 'I tender my resignation effective immediately.' If the CEO asks about me, hand him which ever note you think is best."

He wanted to resign and collect a severance before the investigation concluded, knowing that the company would have to call the police when they found his CP stash. If he resigned before the investigation finished, chances are the company would just sweep it under the rug since the "problem is now gone." I never handed the note to the CEO. And the police were called. D was arrested. His wife was also arrested. His daughter, which turns out, was one of the kids in the stash, was taken in by another family member who completely cut themselves off from D.

An added bonus to this was that the subsequent accounting investigation led to a discovery. Turns out the CEO filed bankruptcy for one of the magazines to secure additional $15 million in funding. But instead of applying that money to the failing magazine, he pocketed $12 million of it and spent it on lavish homes in other countries. This led to the CEO also being arrested as well.

I left the company shortly after, realizing that the entire place was a toxic shithole of backstabbing and the kind of behavior that went on was actually the norm at this place.

Last I heard, D was still in jail, the CEO was penniless, and the entire company was sold off to another parent company because it had gotten so toxic to be associated with it.

TLDR: Boss did some shady accounting stuff and I discovered he had CP on his computer. Accounting stuff was reported and police got involved to arrest my boss. Further accounting anomalies led to discovering CEO was also doing shady stuff with money and he was arrested as well.

Addendum: Hey all, I've been reading some of the comments and thought I would add some additional insight and thoughts behind my post.

Yes this story is factual. While the identities of the company and those involved will remain private, for those who have worked in high pressure sales environments will know that people like D are not a rarity. It's the nature of the type of people that get hired for those kinds of roles. If you've ever seen the Wolf of Wall St, you'll know the kind of people that were hired at this publishing firm.

Yes I was making that much in my 20's. I had been in magazine publishing since my mid teens. In the 90s I started my own print publication in the whole import automotive racing scene. It started small, but did gain some notoriety in street racing circles and help caught the attention of some very worthy advertisers. Being bilingual in Japanese and English, this allowed me to expand my magazine's advertising reach overseas to Japan where the street racing scene was in full swing. I learned very early on how to do advertising, marketing, sales, and publishing. However, once that scene started dying down the magazine lost its appeal so I took a lot of my advertising accounts with me to the publishing firm where the above story took place. Many advertisers are loyal to the sales rep and not the client.

The event of the story took place around 2008. While I had a team of 200 sales reps under me, most of their PST files were relatively small since most of their work was via phone sales. This company was incredibly old fashioned with tech. Like I said, I was the graphic designer. I knew how to use Photoshop, InDesign, etc. from my old magazine but I would never actually consider myself to be a professional graphic designer by trade as it was all self taught and very limited. I just knew how to make things "camera ready" (this means high enough resolution for print...300 dpi). Because I did a lot of graphic design work, I was given a pretty high end laptop for the period. The hard drive alone was 640GB (it was two 320GB drives in RAID0 array).

Evacuation of the office. Perhaps this was strongly assumed to be an immediate emergency evacuation. We sent everyone home while management assessed what the cause was with the fire department. That is what I meant by closing up shop. So it did give me ample time to copy over the PSTs knowing that I'd be working from home later that afternoon.

To whose who say they would happily work those hours for that kind of pay. I used to think the same thing, which is why I took the job. My base pay was $60K plus commission. And I made a lot of commission and I never missed a sales goal. I also made commission of my teams. Those 200 people were divided up into various sub-teams for each magazine we published. I earned commissions of their total sales as well on top of a monthly sales commission bonus for goals reached. Keep in mind this was just before the housing crash in 2008. People were spending money like it would never end. And our company raked it in. But here's the rub...I was so perpetually stressed. My girlfriend at the time, she was a sales rep on a different team, would cry in the car on our way in to work every day. I worked 6 days a week. I would be so stressed that my Saturday nights were spent in isolation on my computer playing video games. I wouldn't sleep until the sun came up on Sunday, then I would sleep all through Sunday until Monday morning. I was subsisting on 4 to 5 hours of sleep per day during the week. It took an incredible toll on my body. Many of my reps were coke addicts and we turned a blind eye to it because it helped them dial faster and sell more. Some of the managers would staff sales reps from temp agencies asking for people specifically who came out of rehab, knowing they'd relapse at this place where we'd either fire them for performance issues and not pay the staffing agency their hiring fees or they'd be so coked out they'd make a killing in sales.

To my shame, I never reported the CP. I had this image of corporate lawyers coming after me and fighting this never ending legal battle of trying to maintain my innocence. I was young, naive, and didn't know what options I had. That is why I went with the accounting route through the anonymous company hotline. I knew they would do a scan of D's computer and audit his emails which is why I moved his CP folder into a more prominent place for it to be found. Like many corporations, they are more concerned with maintaining a public image and this is something they wouldn't want getting out if it was reported to law enforcement agencies by an employee. I knew once they found that folder, they would be compelled to contact authorities anyway, so it removed the onus from me and removed me from the equation. Plus, after learning about D's darker side, I didn't want him or someone sent by him coming after me for ruining his cushy job. I went with the route I felt would involve me the least and protect my own self the most. I wish I could have reported it to the authorities. Now that I'm much older, looking back, I don't know what things I would have done differently. But now that I'm married and I have a stepson, I think about if I found his photo in there, I can definitely imagine me waiting for him to return so I could exact revenge personally. But that is a bunch of "what if's" and life tends to go very differently.

Our company IT. My office was a satellite office in downtown Los Angeles 45 miles away from our main HQ where the IT team was. It was set up specifically for my team of 200. To give you an idea how inept our IT team was, our IT project manager was tasked with hiring a consultant who would scope out and build us a custom sales/phone software that would link with our database of advertising accounts and other businesses in our database. We had one of the largest databases of businesses in this industry where competitors would offer us very large sums of money just for a portion of this database. Our IT team spent close to $1.6 million on this consultant, and in the end what we were told was a custom program was actually just a turn-key software...for inbound call centers. We were an outbound sales team. What this means is that we were given a program that wasn't custom built for us, had problems using our database, and was designed for call centers that received phone calls (eg - cell phone or cable company call centers). We were an outbound center. We weren't just a call center as many of our reps also traveled nationally to visit advertisers, so an inbound software was absolutely junk to us. Because of our IT's ineptitude, I had to learn a lot of IT basics myself. As far as browsers, most of our staff was using Firefox since it used to be fairly lightweight and quick.

Like many of the stories in this thread, I understand the skepticism. Some of the stories sound so over the top and sound like a fabrication. One thing I've learned from being able to experience quite a lot in life from early on is that there really are shitty people out there like D. The reason for the throw away account is because my main reddit account is used for work in my current industry and I, unfortunately, deal with the public in my job and I don't want this associated with my actual identity.

So why post this at all? I don't care about internet points or accolades, but I do appreciate the comments of support. In a way it's been a bit cathartic for me to share this publicly. I've told the story to coworkers before, and I've felt I never really had any closure with it. This doesn't give me any closure either, but being able to share it on a forum designed for stories like this does help with that burden just a bit. I hope D's daughter grows up to be as normal as can be expected from a situation like that. I still keep in contact with a few of my old sales reps. While I now live quite far away from Los Angeles, I do like to hear back from them to see they're doing ok in life.

Addendum 2:

After I posted this story, I reached out to a few of my former colleagues who I worked with during this time just to see if there were any additional bits of information I might be able to learn. Even with the few friends and colleagues I do keep in contact with, many of them left before this story happened and many were moved to other teams before the following hammer dropped.

One thing I found out tonight from a former colleague was what the aftermath was. After the CEO was removed, the parent corporation was deciding what to do with my branch. Because the embezzled money came from one of the magazines my team was on, during the legal hearings the entire office was shuttered. And it was done in a really shitty way.

Every employee at that branch received a FedEx letter on a Saturday stating their employment with the company was terminated. Again...on a Saturday. This was done to avoid having to do it face to face while everyone was at the office. Because this was a surprise, many of them immediately drove down to the office to retrieve their personal belongings only to find hired security guards who were instructed to not let anyone in. The now-ex-employees were understandably upset. Part of the reason was because of the amount of embezzled money, the legal teams needed to make sure employees weren't removing any potential evidence. But what this meant was that they weren't able to retrieve their personal belongings, and some even had their cell phones, valuables, and other items they wanted to retrieve inside the office. Apparently the office was locked for nearly a year before the staff was able to get court-assisted permission just to retrieve their personal items.

Since then, the building we worked in has been leveled and is now an area being gentrified and has totally turned into a modern, hipster apartment complex. When the toxic magazines/assets were sold off to a new publishing firm, luckily many of the employees were able to be rehired by the new publishing firm and are still working there. Fortunately, the new publishing firm is quite the opposite of the one we worked for.

(source) (story by FalconerXV)

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n3rdlif343va · 6 years

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not snowy, but i have been having problems with tumblr and contacted support - and guess what? Support guy was named Chris! So now I imagine beautiful Chris (with glasses!) working in support and Phichit being absolutely smitten with hot support guyTM and "accidentally" has way more problems than anyone else. not really smooth, but who needs smooth when you are as cute as Phichit!

Snowy Day Headcanons :)

I forgive that it isn’t snowy because this is AMAZING! Here you go;)

IT for a large company was an equal balance of incredibly interesting problems and executives who didn’t realize that their monitors had to be on to see their email accounts. Crawling around under desks to set up computers and answering phone calls about lost passwords were average parts of Chris’s day and he kept a running log of the most hilarious problems to fill his Twitter with the best stories of each day.

He had no idea when he sat down at his desk on a rainy Monday morning that his first problem client will eventually become his husband. If anyone had told him this would be the case, as he pinched the bridge of his nose under his glasses while trying to decipher the long-winded problem being described over the phone by the undeniably cute analyst, he would have burst out laughing. But he had long ago learned that server failures and life’s plot twists were equally unpredictable.

“Alright, alright,” Chris said patiently, “tell me what you are seeing again.” He paused, tapping a pen against his lip waiting for the company profile of the employee on the other end of the phone to load. The voice was already making his brain spark, despite the hassled tone and random squeaks.

“It’s blue,” Phichit quipped, throwing himself backwards on his desk chair, phone balanced between his cheek and shoulder. “Not blue screen of death blue though, more like a midnight sky without the stars to make it pretty.” He wasn’t an idiot. He had tried to solve the communication issue between his in-office monitors and his laptop for thirty minutes before he gave up and called IT. He had made it almost two months at the company before having to call for help and he counted that as a win, even if he currently felt like a moron.

The picture filling the top corner of Chris’s screen had his heart stopping in his throat. Phichit Chulanont was glowing from the flat rectangle of his employee photo. No one smiled for these pictures, yet Phichit’s smile seemed to be radiating happiness. Smile quirking up one side of his mouth, Chris stood up in his cubicle. “Sounds like it might be a physical problem. I’ll come to you. Floor 3 right?” To look official, he grabbed his own laptop bag, dropping it on his shoulder while he waited for a response.

“I… um…” Phichit floundered. He didn’t want to be the guy that had to have IT come crawl under his desk. The other employees made fun of their boss all the time for it and he really didn’t want to be that guy. Still, his productivity for the day was quickly tanking and he was out of ideas. “Alright, yeah, floor 3, right corner.” He heard Chris make a sound of confirmation before the line went dead.

A year later, on one knee in front of Chris, Phichit would recall the first time he saw his boyfriend lean over the side of his work cubicle. Blond curls, round glasses, and eyes that peered straight to the soul. Phichit would describe the way his heart left his body, taking up residence in Chris’s before Chris could even say hello.

In the moment though, Phichit could only stare dumbly at the stunning man smiling down at him. Thirty seconds into observing every detail of Chris’s face, Phichit embarrassingly realized that Chris had been speaking to him. “I’m sorry, what?” Phichit flushed red with his embarrassment, pushing back from his desk too hard and throwing himself onto the floor in a tangle with his desk chair.

Leaning down, Chris could feel his own nerves stuttering in his throat. Phichit was even more handsome in person and Chris was starting to doubt his own ability to not flirt in the workplace. “I said, your screen matches your shirt,” chuckling, Chris wrapped a hand in Phichit’s and pulled Phichit to his feet.

Heel catching on his overturned chair, Phichit stumbled into Chris’s arms. “Wow,” Phichit breathed, hands unconsciously squeezing Chris’s biceps. Scrambling backwards, Phichit almost tripped over his chair again, righting himself and holding a hand out to prevent Chris from holding him again. “I… sorry…” turning back to his desk, Phichit tried to ignore the perfect curves of Chris’s butt as he bent to pick up the desk chair. Clearing his throat, Phichit pointed at his laptop. “I don’t know what happened. It worked fine yesterday.”

Forcing himself to concentrate on the setup in front of him, Chris checked all of the connections, tracing the main cords under the desk to ensure there were no slices or damaging tangles in the wires. Unlike the other desks, Phichit’s was neat and tidy (with the only personal effects being a line of tiny hamster bobble heads) and the wires were all neatly lined together, tied with twisty ties to hold them perfectly in place. Chris’s love for organization had him throwing Phichit compliments over his shoulder.

“Thanks,” Phichit replied, face reddening again. “I checked all of that. I can’t figure out what’s causing the issue. I tried to troubleshoot it myself, but…” he trailed off, completely distracted as all of Chris, except his glorious backside and legs, disappeared under Phichit’s desk. Two things were certain: his docking station definitely had to be broken and he definitely had a crush on the insanely hot IT guy.

“It must be the actual docking station,” Chris commented, crawling back out from the desk. “That or one of the connectors is corrupted. I’ll grab a new setup and bring it back down. Can you work without it for now?” He stood, straightening his shirt and pushing his glasses back up his nose. He definitely wasn’t watching Phichit nervously fumble with his own tie, and he certainly wasn’t imagining pulling Phichit into a kiss by that same tie. Except he was, and Chris was already a goner for a man he barely knew. Mentally slapping himself out of it, Chris took a step backwards to snag his bag from the desk. “Give me thirty minutes, ok?”

“Sure! As long as you come back to me, I’ll wait forever.” Phichit heard the words escape him, eyes going wide as Chris laughed.

“Oh trust me, I’m not letting anyone else crawl under your desk,” with a wink, Chris turned and headed for the elevators, determined to ignore the interested stares of Phichit’s colleagues.

One docking station, thirteen random problems that Phichit definitely could have fixed on his own, and three days later, Chris finally asked Phichit out on their first date. A story that Yuuri would happily tell two years later as he gave his best man toast at their wedding.

#yoi #phichimetti #phichit x chris #phichit chulanont #christophe giacometti #I love Phichit #everyone knows I love Phichit right??

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the-neurotic-zen-master · 7 years

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Fic: Taking Pictures

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, James Olsen

Relationship: Kara Danvers/James Olsen

Word count: 605

Summary: Kara has a new hobby.

Disclaimer: Don’t own this show, don’t own the comics, don’t own these characters

It took James some time to realise that Kara was taking pictures of him. Not constantly or invasively but intermittently here and there. For someone whose profession revolved around photography, it took him embarrassingly long to figure out National City's hero's new favourite pastime.

He discovered the photos when he was double-checking cinema times on Kara's computer on a particular Saturday morning. Barring any alien attacks, they were both free the entire day and planned to spend it together. Brunch, movie, the whole nine yards. While they both loved the extraordinary parts of their lives and would not give them up for anything, there was something to be said for a normal weekend.

The photos seemed to almost exclusively be of him. There were not many; a few dozen or so taken over several months, it appeared. At work, at home, at the coffee shop and some even from up high. She had to have been airborne for those, which James was particularly impressed by.

"Is it starting at one or half past one?" Kara asked distractedly, as she walks out of the bathroom, securing a hairpin.

When she looked up, she saw the folder she had accidentally left open. "James," Kara looked at him, then at the computer and then back at him again. She flushed in embarrassment. "That's not-”

James smiled, "Kara-"

"It's not a creepy murder folder or anything-" she barreled on, waving her hands towards the computer.

James laughed, "I know that." She seemed relieved. "You would keep your creepy murder folder much better hidden. Password protected, at least."

Kara laughed lightly and sat down on the couch next to him.

"But do you want to tell me why you've secretly been taking pictures of me?" He prompted, nudging her lightly with his shoulder.

Kara wrung her hands. "Well, remember I was looking for a hobby a few months ago?" He nodded. "I tried out several things. Pottery, knitting, archery. Yoga was a disaster." She sighed dramatically.

"Then I decided to try photography. Because you love it and I wanted to take an interest in your … interests." She tapered off when she saw his surprised expression. "And then I realised that I didn't have any pictures of you, other than the one on my phone for your contact info. And that seemed weird but I realised that, as a photographer, you are more behind the camera than in front of it." She shrugged. "I have taken pictures of other things as well." Kara turned to the computer and opened up other folders of picture files. "Nature, the city, a lot of coffee cups…" She wrinkled her nose. "But pictures of you are my favourite."

James couldn't help but lean in and kiss her temple.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked, still somewhat unsure and worried she had overstepped a line. "I know that some people don't like having their picture taken. It’s totally fine, if you mind."

"I don't mind." He assured her.

"Good. Because I don't think it’s fair that you are on so few pictures just because you are a photographer. Plus, you are just unreasonably pretty and someone should really document that for future generations."

"I am not pretty, Kara!" Pause, then: "Okay, fine, I am pretty." Then he draped himself dramatically over the couch: "Photograph me like one of your French girls!"

Kara laughed. "I can do you one better," she said, as she climbed on top of him and kisses him.

They never make it to the cinema that day. But Kara's 'James Olsen is unreasonably pretty' photo folder gets several new additions.

#karolsen #karolsen fic #kara danvers #james olsen #supergirl fic #supergirl #my fic #fic #will probably back this up on ao3 and ff at some point

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followerscanada1 · 4 years

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