But who do I go tell? Nadia?
She'll probably let our Legal and Compliance folks know. They'll investigate and then they'll alert the FBI, Homeland Security, the SEC, the Department of the Treasury, the IRS, and who knows who else.
Jesus Christ, it's not like there's a witness protection program for whistleblowers. I mean, what do I even say to qualify? Please hide my identity because he's my boyfriend?
Derek will probably never talk to me again much less have sex with me.
And look at what he's done to me! I'm thinking about his fat cock inside of me when I should be thinking about my career.
I'm thinking about how his arms feel wrapped around me as we lie in his bed and look over at the city.
Yeah, girl you best check yourself before you wreck yourself, huh?
I need to stop.
I lean back and stare at the ceiling.
So, I can't tell Derek anything because I would be violating the rules of the Firm by disclosing proprietary technology and secrets. And I can't tell Nadia anything because I'd be betraying the man I love.
So there's only one thing to do.
I'm actually surprised I didn't think of it sooner.
I mean, what can you do when you can't tell each side what you found out separately?
You tell them together.
That's right.
I'll go through my findings and let both Derek and Nadia connect the dots together.
And then whoever has the questions will ask them. And whoever has something to hide will have to explain all this illegal shit or basically, I dunno, go to jail?
I get to work, quickly shooting off an email. I've never written with such authority before, but I go ahead and state that I request the presence of Derek Lowell and Nadia Moore this coming Friday to go over an analysis of the Lowell Private Client Account. The reason for this walk through is due to the fact that after a thorough analysis I have some questions that need to be clarified and answered.
Right. This should be good. I send out a calendar invite to both Nadia and to Derek.
Let me just take a moment to explain the culture of Wall Street to you if you're not familiar.
It's totally a hierarchical structure. Shit comes from the top and it always flows downhill.
I think that's why Nadia made me an Associate.
And normally, at an Analyst level, I would have never been taken seriously enough if I called a meeting. At the Associate level I probably have a bit more weight and gravitas to my title.
Because in the world of money management, people still care about things like this.
And, who knows, maybe Nadia won't even respond. Maybe Derek's personal assistant will see my email and toss it right into the junk pile.
But somehow, within minutes of my sending the email and invitation for Friday, I get responses back from both accepting and signifying that they're going to attend.
I'm sitting there in awe at my first high-level meeting that I set up and wondering at all the things I need to do.
I need to get my presentation materials ready.
I need to let the receptionist know to let security know so Derek can enter the building.
I need to order coffee and sandwiches.