The Devil Wears Prada: Science of Fashion Part 27
“No, thank you”, both men said simultaneously causing Miranda to roll her eyes at them before she took a seat in one of the opposite armchairs.
“Roy said there is something that needs my immediate attention and it has a lot to do with Runway. Is that right, Jack?” Miranda cut to the chase.
“Yes, quite so.” Jack nodded vigorously.
“Well?”
“Oh, yes”, the sandy haired man opened his briefcase to dig out a thick folder and handed it over to the editor.
Taking the folder Miranda got up and walked to her desk were she sat down and put on her reading glasses before she opened the folder and took a look at the files it contained. It looked like tables and the usual kind of receipts which were used in accounting. Although Miranda was a businesswoman she never bothered with the finer points of accounting. That was what her employees were for. Looking over the rim of her glasses the editor gazed at her guests with a raised eyebrow.
“Tell me, Jack, what I am looking at. Because no matter what people may think I am neither almighty nor omniscient.”
“May I?” Jack asked, indicating the folder on Miranda’s desk.
“By all means”, the fashion icon asked.
Getting up from his place on the couch Jack moved across the room and took his place next to Miranda’s chair. He sifted through the papers indicating a number every now and then before he launched into an explanation.
“Well, you see, at first I didn’t notice it but over the last few months things got more intense and the person behind all this got bolder but even so only a trained eye would spot what is going on.”
“Please, Jack, what is it that is going on”, Miranda asked more impatiently.
“Money laundering.”
“What?” The editor thought she couldn’t believe her ears.
“I’m afraid that is what is happening”, Jack said contritely.
“But that is preposterous”, Miranda was stunned. “Who?”
Miranda knew to make this work it couldn’t just be anyone, sure one of the lower levels in the company had to help to pull it off but somebody of the higher ranks had to be the main force behind all this.
“Who?” She asked again when Jack was reluctant.
“Mr Carlyle.”
TBC
“Roy said there is something that needs my immediate attention and it has a lot to do with Runway. Is that right, Jack?” Miranda cut to the chase.
“Yes, quite so.” Jack nodded vigorously.
“Well?”
“Oh, yes”, the sandy haired man opened his briefcase to dig out a thick folder and handed it over to the editor.
Taking the folder Miranda got up and walked to her desk were she sat down and put on her reading glasses before she opened the folder and took a look at the files it contained. It looked like tables and the usual kind of receipts which were used in accounting. Although Miranda was a businesswoman she never bothered with the finer points of accounting. That was what her employees were for. Looking over the rim of her glasses the editor gazed at her guests with a raised eyebrow.
“Tell me, Jack, what I am looking at. Because no matter what people may think I am neither almighty nor omniscient.”
“May I?” Jack asked, indicating the folder on Miranda’s desk.
“By all means”, the fashion icon asked.
Getting up from his place on the couch Jack moved across the room and took his place next to Miranda’s chair. He sifted through the papers indicating a number every now and then before he launched into an explanation.
“Well, you see, at first I didn’t notice it but over the last few months things got more intense and the person behind all this got bolder but even so only a trained eye would spot what is going on.”
“Please, Jack, what is it that is going on”, Miranda asked more impatiently.
“Money laundering.”
“What?” The editor thought she couldn’t believe her ears.
“I’m afraid that is what is happening”, Jack said contritely.
“But that is preposterous”, Miranda was stunned. “Who?”
Miranda knew to make this work it couldn’t just be anyone, sure one of the lower levels in the company had to help to pull it off but somebody of the higher ranks had to be the main force behind all this.
“Who?” She asked again when Jack was reluctant.
“Mr Carlyle.”
TBC