Chapter 20: Second Part / Chapter 10

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The more Nicole worked, the more business habits she acquired. Those that were required this work. She was already riding her bicycle; looking out the window, Margeaux somehow saw her daughter on a bicycle. The last time she got in it was in the second grade. This is coupled with the fact that Francesco didn’t know a single childish fact about her, and even if he followed her, he still won’t know.

When the staff was updated, Paul Sitto, as the chief specialist in assessing economic risks, faced a strange dilemma. Despite the fact that Nicole received money, she was considered for him as an intern for a week or two. Because she is not accustomed to the features of this post, she needs to get some skills in practice.

The dilemma was as follows. Previously, Roy Pajaze himself assessed some accounting, economic and business processes as a condition for obtaining a corporate loan, which was agreed by various bosses. Either the business is working well, or this or that company should be refused. It was assumed that Nicole herself would soon evaluate such things. Roy Pajaze could move to another place at the same time if the occasion turned out to be.

There were some types of business that it wasn’t enough to evaluate by checking only the financial statements. These are shops, services, numerous massage parlours, and so on. As for that strange furniture store, everything there was purely financially, estimates, authorized capital, wholesale deliveries and other things.

But customer service was extremely low. For the first time, Paul Sitto recommends that management not give any loan, not based on financial data, but based on information about service. After all, poorly reaching retail sales don’t guarantee that this establishment won’t go bankrupt in the near future.

Paul solves the problem as follows: if the institution itself is something like a store, restaurant, cafe, or is related to the service sector (the same hairdressing salons), it’s logical to send Nicole Gratte together with Roy Pajaze. If the service sector is not important, all kinds of notaries, advertising companies, legal departments, this can be evaluated by one person.

For all his work as a specialist in assessing economic risks, Nicole can’t recall a single case of some false shops, false legal departments of production companies that are created only for criminal loans. She didn’t deny that they existed in principle, and it’s unlikely that such a bank would “teach” anyone’s fiction to employees. But it seems that they are being sorted out by telephone operators from another department of the bank.

Usually, they tried to assess the risks based on some slides, but the slides were fraught with another danger. They are inaccurate near-accounting texts and often are semi-advertising in nature. Nicole has a list of typical questions.

She wrote them down in an office notebook (it was recommended that all employees buy two middle notebooks of 46 sheets each). Thus, Gratte kept records that were not related to the language being studied:

“Our company is the largest in the market.”
Compared to whom? Who is your competitor?

The speaker calls certain percentages and then talks about the same event, but percentages may increase/decrease in the following text.
In the beginning, you said that in 200_ the profit grew by 40%, then you call this period and say 45%. Why are you so sure of this or are you talking about different months?

The speaker calls the uncertain, approximate percentages “from something to another”. Find out the reason.
If you mention a past event, why did your profit increase by 40-45%? Where is the exact data?

Judging by Nicole’s communication with businessmen and the list of questions, it could be assumed that she was arrogant in life, devouring, a bitch. She hates everyone, she’s not happy with other people’s successes, but always sees only weaknesses.

Nicole wasn’t like that. Some people wanted her to become so. This is Pierre himself, nicknamed the Blood, then Paul Sitto, then Roy Pajaze. Nicko wasn’t a nurse, not a psychoanalyst, or even a teacher. She should not do what she should not, and the business, apparently, requires tough measures to regulate it.

In addition, all these people could deceive the bank, at the same time bring losses to the company, which pays her salary. Each of their alleged errors and disclaimers during the slide show may not a disclaimer at all, but the lack of information itself or its inaccuracy.

Nevertheless, when she first received at least some semblance of power in business, Nicole felt that it was easy to pull on such a mask and try on this role. She didn’t even have any particular contradictions in her actions, personally, for her. Nicole always considered the most terrible lie and untruth, and the most righteous—the establishment of truth in the final instance. And it doesn’t seem to matter which way.

Sometimes she felt too addicted. She left the forum of Moody and Gilbert not only because Gilbert was a supporter of the ‘user motive police,’ and Moody was engaged in shit to obtain information about private individuals in Paris. Nicko herself was no better. When she began to administer the forum about creating sites on a PERL script, she set the “rules”.

Nicole began to register there almost all possible dubious forms of behaviour in communication.

It’s forbidden to use red text, due to the fact that it’s intended only for moderators and administrators. It’s forbidden to format too often, h i g h l i g h t i n g the text, that is, typing it with spaces to attract attention. It’s strictly forbidden to type code not through the tag [code] [/code], so as not to be cut off by the emoticons.

Moody obviously liked her innovations. He wanted rigidity on this resource.

In the beginning, she liked it. But as the administrator of larger forums, she noticed that some people started complaining about her. In the role of the moderator on the forum, Nicole always makes decisions in favour of some users, the right, in her opinion, and punishes others. Someone wanted democracy.

Democracy was alien to Nicole. For her, some people are right and vice versa. And now, if we recall Austin and his butcher shop, he came to Banque de Morales. He should respect this bank, and not deceive. The bank doesn’t want to work with individuals, find yourself another bank.

Her other business habit was that she wrote down all sorts of interesting phone numbers if she could get them at all. Nicole has written down Austin, and he called her. Obviously, he thought the woman would regret. Nicole said that once her stepfather beat her herself, and she understands him, but he was slightly surprised by her questions about the details. She asked why he contacted Banque de Morales, and he said that during the period of poor starts he was on the blacklist of other financial institutions.

Then, one private clinic, Hyper Spécialité, contacted Banque de Morales. They need a loan to advertise on billboards. The clinic is small, five massage therapists, one gynaecologist and one dental.

The head physician who spoke in the conference room seemed convincing; you wanted to believe him, but there was only one question. There was a very weird selection of specialists in the clinic. Paul had the feeling that it had begun from the furniture store, and now had doctors too.

Nicole and Roy got there. They saw a queue for an appointment with massage therapists, about six people. Five women and one man. They weren’t interested in either the gynaecologist or the dentist. Roy winked at Nicole, and she immediately understood what he meant: the clinic makes money like a massage, the head physician keeps non-core doctors for the work of his poor relatives.

Nicole studied the building, and Roy decided to check how with attendance at the entrance, whether new people come. Approximate plan to study: four hours, or slightly less. As for the documentation, the head physician demonstrated all the important things in the conference room, their tactics were different. They weren’t interested in documents, but in the attendance of the place itself.

There was one peculiarity in the hall of the private clinic: some doors were with windows, while others had none at all. Those doors that still had windows existed with fogged windows. Despite fogging, Nicole just saw a gynaecological chair in one of the doors and dental instruments in another. The doors of the massage rooms were windowless.

As soon as Nicole jumped through these two doors with windows, a fat doctor came out of the gynaecological room, closing the door to the lock. It seems that his work shift has ended: there are still no patients at the reception. Gratte quietly turned around and saw it.

Nicole decided to take an informal approach: she spoke to a queue of these six people. Since she is a woman herself, apparently, there is nothing particularly embarrassing.

“Sorry, this is the first time I’m here,” said Nicole, pulling the opening words, as if that had bothered her. “I never turned to massage therapists, but a friend advised me. They say it calms the nerves.”

“What disease are you on?” asked the seated woman in the Panama hat. The question was a bit unexpected. Nicole heard only stereotypes about relaxing massage from some television programs, from the movie Emmanuelle, but did not know any diseases.

“Scoliosis, osteoporosis?”

“How this can help?” Nicole asked, changing her tactics.

“If your spine is shifted left or right, the chiropractor can move it.”

All that was said sounded like some kind of Alfred’s dream when he was talking in a dream. Move?

“Is it even possible?”

“It is unlikely, but chiropractors talk about it.”

Yes, the clinic is starting to seem as strange as that furniture store. Paul’s worst fears perhaps confirmed? One of the women among the sitting ones decided to help her.

“It seems you are here for the first time. We can meet elsewhere and discuss whatever you want.”

“Mademoiselle, do you have a contact phone number?”

“My Cellular phone or at home?”

“Any, whatever you convenient to use. Write it down on a piece of paper,” she pulled out a blank page of her workbook.

“May I call you in the evening?”

“Yes, at six o’clock. That’s will be very convenient.”

Nicole left the line, saying: “Sorry, I need to call on the work line.” Roy guarded her bicycle as if it belonged to him. At the entrance, he asked in a little loud whisper:

“Where are you going? We’re still at the company. If you need a toilet, it’s there,” Roy pointed out with the palm of his hand because the French don’t use one index finger.

“I need to call Paul. I don’t want them to hear.”

She zipped the light jacket that hid the black T-shirt, put on her white cap, straightened it on her forehead, and went outside. Dialling Paul’s work phone number, she asked:

“Paul, can you give me a voice recorder? This has to do with Hyper Spécialité. In the evening, I will call one person, she will talk a little about the human factor in the clinic.”

“Alas, I can’t.”

“But this is needed for the case!”

“I have said everything. If you need anything, call Morales. He sometimes makes exceptions.”

Nicole dialled the Blood phone number. He authorized the displacement of a telephone recorder from the office, recording conversations on tapes. If she finds something valuable, then she can count on the prize tomorrow. But she must return it at 18:00 by bicycle on the same day, the keys will be given to her. In the morning no one should notice anything. Of course, don’t scratch, don’t drop.

Nicole finally returned to the clinic. Roy still sat at the entrance, holding her bicycle. Having examined the building again, having passed a closed gynaecological room, she turned to the right; on the left is the door from which she can see the dental room, and directly—several women for a massage. She understood that there was nothing to look at.

Attendance is clear: word of mouth, a familiar doctor. She didn’t even ask, from the little experience which is she understands: there was no one here except “those who knew a head physician in person”. The head physician wants an external audience, so he plans to take out a loan for advertising. Nicole and Roy drove to the bank branch to Paul.

On the next day, Gratte went to the neighbouring office, where employees sat talking on the phone and recording conversations. Choosing some free man, she said that Pierre allowed her to take the recorder, mentioning that if he doesn’t agree, he can call him himself.

Nicole didn’t notify the caller that her conversation would be recorded. Anyway, it’s not for publication, but for information; it’s rather the prerogative of journalists or official conversations. A woman called René said that she suffers from scoliosis, is disappointed in chiropractors and doesn’t recommend contacting them.

In Hyper Spécialité, she was sent by some kind of ‘regional massage therapist’, a little with perversive sexual thoughts. The ‘regional massage therapist’ constantly touches underwear, underpants, and obviously, he is not only interested in massage. If such doctors worked at Hyper Spécialité, that would mean something else. But she won’t call the police due to the district therapist; she is from the bank, not the police. Anyway, she had no proof.

Sometimes a mysterious ‘regional massage therapist’ responds to criticism by the fact that the body doesn’t have clear, defined abdominal lines. Some underpants are at the navel level in the area of this massage. But the woman wasn’t interested in massage of the abdomen, why touch her?

Nicole understood that she very often discussed massage actually, was clearly not inclined to say something about Hyper Spécialité.

“Tell me, did Hyper Spécialité help you?”

“I just got worse. I don’t plan to receive such services at all.”

“Why did you feel worse? After what?”

“After everything. After it, I felt beaten.”

“Did you get a massage or were you beaten?”

“I was told to be patient. And then I felt the movements of two hands spread out along the wrists. The surgeon said that after the massage there was deterioration.”

“How serious is your main disease?”

“It’s very serious.”

“Consult a good lawyer.”

“Would there be money, Nicole?”

“And will you go tomorrow?”

“No. Today, my paid session is over.”

“Did you stop walking after getting worse?”

“I paid for the week. Then my money may be lost.”

Nicole was surprised by both economic and legal illiteracy, even elementary, of some individuals. But there’s nothing to be done about it. If they give money to a private doctor: they have already spent it. They, elementary, may not come to the doctor if they feel worse.

Submitted: September 30, 2019

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