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Finally
you made it - a partnership in Rogers and Rogers, the London
based broking firm you work for. You have been working on a
partnership in the company for years and with that Scott Electronics
deal your dreams have finally come true. And what a deal it
was. Touch of genius, if you say so yourself. And when David
Rogers finally offered you that long-awaited (and rightfully
deserved) partnership in Rogers and Rogers, you obviously accepted.
Of course, moving into senior management does have its benefits
- like the new BMW, the salary rise and the promised, new offices.
Prospects couldn't have looked any better.
Theoretically,
that is. Because looking at your new office you wonder whether
it was worth accepting the partnership. Same creaky old chair,
same filing cabinet, same desk and still no phone. "It's
only temporary." David said. "Wait until we move into
the new office buildings." Mabye you'll even get rid of
Margaret then, your new secretary, who, on first impressions,
isn't much of an improvement either. So far the only good thing
about your office is the splendid view of the square out of
your window.
But
put that aside your first day as senior manager at Rogers and
Rogers started out quite well. You received a very warm welcome
from David Rogers - now your business partner - and as you made
yourself comfortable in your old chair, enjoying the view, you
were ready to handle everything life would throw at you. But
actually life did throw a little bit too much at you that day.
Details?
Well, at the end of the day your choices are narrowed down to
going to prison or spending the rest of your existence in a
coffin. Why? Because somebody wants to frame you. They want
to blame you for something you didn't do. How? Well, if somebody
puts cocaine in your drawer, manipulates papers, produces a
tape with a fake conversation and tries to make it look like
you did some insider-dealing isn't proof enough, then what is?
And as you start nosing around, trying to find out who is behind
this conspiracy they even try to kill you. On several occasions.
But
then again this isn't Stoke-On-Trent, it's London and you are
in a tough business, where only the strongest and most ruthless
survive and where nothing is what it seems. Where corruption
is part of the day-to-day business and everybody is a predator
in a suit who will do anything for money.
So
you have to find out who wants to get rid of you. And why. It
could be David, your partner. He was always a little bit too
friendly with you. Besides, you also know about his cocaine
addiction. It could be Margaret, your over-zealous secretary.
It could be Bill Hughes, the company lawyer. Hell, it could
even be your wife Jenny - nothing would surprise you after that
scene in "Le-Monaco"'s. And who is this mysterious
Mr Charpontier whose name keeps popping up on cheques and in
telephone conversations?
You
better find out soon because if not you'll end up either in
prison or dead. In both cases your career prospects don't look
too good . . .
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