Friday, 26 December 2014

Flight of Fancy

Short stories Volume 1 | Fiction: Short Stories
by Neal James

He should have known that there was something in the air from the moment that his toothbrush did a suicide dive into the laundry basket. Looking back now,  the signs had been there for a while and he had been just too blind and wrapped up in his work to see them.
George had worked at the bank for nearly twenty years, and had risen through the ranks by a combination of sheer hard work and a flair for information technology. He had been instrumental in setting up all of the financial systems and the computer networking throughout the country. Now they had sidelined him into an area which they felt best suited his abilities. What that had meant in practice, was that his new boss’ son needed a job, and George had become the target. The lad had come through university, had a degree and clearly knew his stuff - of that there was no doubt - but George had the bank’s name etched into him – it was his reason for getting up in the morning.
Approaching fifty, he found his options for alternative employment becoming limited, and he suspected that after a suitable period he would be quietly ‘pensioned off’. He was normally a placid man and his employer was probably relying upon this fact in his redeployment. Well he wasn’t about to go without a fanfare. He knew the bank’s control systems inside out and that they relied upon the integrity and loyalty of the staff to minimise any risk. That had worked very well before his previous boss had been ‘retired’ in favour of the current incumbent. This guy was one of life’s delegators and loathe to dirty his hands with mundane tasks. Getting a scam past him shouldn’t present too much of a problem.
George decided that he would use the old building society account which his parents had set up for him whilst he was a child. It was untraceable, and as long as the amounts transferred into it were not large enough to draw any attention, it would be very unlikely that it could be discovered. He calculated that a small amount of less than £10,000 could be siphoned off on a daily basis without anyone becoming suspicious, bearing in mind the millions traded every day. They had given him the 180 days notice required by his contract of employment of any changes relating to his duties, and careful planning over the next six months could net him something in the region of £1,000,000. This gave him the time to set up an intermediate account at an offshore bank to handle a regular movement of funds in preparation for his departure.
No-one had removed any of his security clearances; all of his passwords to the financial systems had been left in place. He had access to his boss’s files as the man was too stupid to realise that George had watched him at his keyboard enough times to work out the only password he used.