September 07, 2012

No. 186

 Niles Harris was required to report all conflicts-of-interest that passed over his desk.
He opened the file, just to be sure. The photo inside confirmed his suspicions. It was the man he remembered.
Allan Ames.  
How very interesting.
Harris leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands behind his head. He had a very important decision to make.
“They’d never know,” he told himself. “And Ames isn’t able to see who denied his application.”
He sat up and looked at the papers again. If he turned over the first page, he’d be in violation of the regulations.
He wet his finger on his tongue and reached for the document.
He stopped himself with a shake.
“What am I doing? Ames isn’t worth it.”
Standing abruptly, he gathered everything back into the original folder. After placing it in the center of his desk, he backed away slowly.
“I just need a coffee break, I’ll clear my head,” he said to the empty room.

Four minutes later, according to the security cameras, Niles Harris left his office. The file stayed where it was.

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