Taming Graeme (Taming the Billionaire) (42 page)

Sub:  I accept this symbol of your ownership and control of my life, and I will wear it proudly as an outward sign of the great love and respect I have for you, my Sir.

(Then, Sub, you give him the key and he will lock the collar and place the key around his neck.)

Dom:
              And I shall wear this key proudly as an outward sign of the great love and respect I have for you, my lady. I promise to guide you and care for you, testing your limits but never exceeding them, striving to be the best I can for you, always putting your welfare above my pleasure. I am now committing to meet all your needs, physical, emotional and spiritual, and keep you from want in all ways. You now belong to me.

Sub:              I now belong to my Master. I commit to obey you, care for your needs, physical, emotional and spiritual, and cherish you in all ways. I now truly belong to you, Sir.

Dom:              You are now a part of me and I will put your needs and safety above all else as we journey together through this life.

Sub:              My Master, I will honour and love you as I do your bidding to the best of my abilities. I submit to you freely. I now belong solely to you, and accept your domination over me as our lives become one.

(Then, Sub, you will kiss your Master’s feet, both of them, as a gesture of your submission)

Me:              Stand, both of you, and demonstrate to us your true affection for each other.

AND THIS IS WHERE YOU GET TO KISS THE BRIDE....BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE DOING, IN THIS LIFESTYLE OF OURS, ISN’T IT, MAKING THAT KIND OF COMMITMENT.

DO NOT DO THIS LIGHTLY.

Ten minutes later, they had a reply.

Graeme

Olivia could have a career as a writer of wedding vows, couldn’t she?

Linda started to cry, she thought it was so perfect.

I hope she’s starting to get the picture.

Michael

  “Well, baby, I think you just made two people very happy. If Linda doesn’t get it after this and me tomorrow, she’s pretty dense.”

 
“Or insecure, Graeme. Michael is handsome, sexy, wealthy and powerful. She may not feel he considers her more than a diversion. I think she believes he offered to train her as an amusement.”

 
“Then she’s a silly little fool. No Dom takes on an untrained sub he doesn’t care for. It’s far too consuming if you aren’t involved.” Graeme smiled down at Olivia.

 
“And you might remember that too, little pet.”

 
Now why had he said that?
Oh, possibly because she’d told him of her insecurity about Francine...

 
Olivia smiled, a very shy smile, and said nothing.

 
He took her to the training room that evening, and shackled her to the St. Andrew’s Cross, and watched with pleasure as she played with the silver chain he placed in her mouth...and when she was near to her climax, so near, he unshackled her ankles and wrapped her legs around him and drove up inside her, so deep, so very deep, and filled her with his seed.

 
“I own you, ‘Livi. I so own you, don’t ever forget that,” he told her.

TWENTY FIVE

 
The Belfast White Collar Crime Unit came to the Ban
k
at two o’clock Tuesday. Gideon led them into the Trading Room. Graeme moved so that he was sitting beside Olivia.

 
“Mr. Browning? I’m Detective Inspector O’Malley,” the policeman shook hands with Graeme.

 
“Ah, yes, Gideon said you were coming, sir.”

 
“We have a warrant, Mr. Browning, to seize the computers that were used in this trading operation, the ones you have just replaced. It appears that they contain evidence of unauthorized trading carried out by this department.”

 
“Oh, well, we just brought the new ones in yesterday, Inspector. I think the old ones are all over there...”

 
The Police produced warrants to seize all the old computers, which the Bank had thoughtfully left on a cart, ready for them to wheel away.

 
Tim turned white. He realized he’d only wiped his own computer. The evidence on the other three P.C.s would bury the lot of them! Christ, how could he get out of this? Well, he’d wiped his own, so they had no hard evidence of his involvement, had they? So he’d just claim innocence and throw the other three under the bus...

 
“I’m afraid I will have to take these four gentlemen to Headquarters for questioning, sir. We believe they have been carrying on these illegal activities for over a year now, long before you acquired this Bank.”

 
Gideon and Graeme exchanged a smile. “Oh...do you have any idea at this time as to the size of the fraud, Inspector?”

 
“We believe that they skimmed over Five Million Pounds of the Bank’s profits from this currency trading floor, possibly as much as Ten Million Pounds, Mr. Browning. It would have continued for some time if you hadn’t discovered the discrepancies in the reporting systems, and Gideon here, your Head of Security, hadn’t brought me those computer records from Mr. O’Rourke’s P.C.”

 
“Couldn’t be from my P.C.,” Tim blustered. “Why, my P.C. crashed on Friday afternoon. It’s as dead as a dodo. Good thing the Bank had already ordered the new computer system which went in yesterday. And Gideon is Browning’s Irish cousin, not the Head of Security.”

 
Gideon smirked. “No, O’Rourke, I’m not a cousin. That was just my cover for the last week. I’m Head of Security for the entire Browning Banking Group.” There was no trace of the Irish brogue in his voice now.

 
“Mr. O’Rourke, we have the full contents of your P.C. which were extracted last
Wednesday
, before it so conveniently crashed.”

  Oh shit. He’d better call a solicitor as soon as they allowed him and get himself released, then he’d electronically transfer those funds in the dummy account to his account in Switzerland...and catch the first plane out...out to where? Brazil. Yes, Brazil, he was sure there was no extradition treaty with Brazil. That’s why the Great Train Robbers had gone there, wasn’t it? But who would have run backup files on his P.C.?

 
Had to be her, Olivia Bloody Browning
.

 
Damn, damn, damn. The woman was far smarter than he’d thought. Too bad she was on the other side, or he’d have taken her to Brazil with him...

 
Never mind, the beaches in Rio will be full of bare bodies to amuse him every night...

 
“Is there any hope of us recovering the funds?” asked Graeme, winking at Inspector O’Malley.

 
“Well, as a matter of fact, Mr. Browning, I think you will be happy to hear that over the weekend, Gideon’s Security Staff and our White Collar Fraud Squad cooperated in a manner that pleased us both greatly. We were able to track the transfer of funds from the information on Mr. O’Rourke’s computer, and found a dummy account at one of the Bank’s Branch offices, which contains Two million, three hundred and sixty three thousand, five hundred and ten pounds. That account has been frozen, and the monies it contains will be returned to the Bank in due course. Mr. Tim O’Rourke here was the supposed owner of that business account. Of course there is no such business, and he had forged all the documentation supplied to open this account. That will bring additional charges against him.”

 
Oh S.H.I.T. He was up the creek without a paddle. He was the only one of the four directly tied to the money. Here he’d thought he’d set it up to screw the others out of the millions, and he might end up wearing the whole rap.

 
The Detective Inspector and his staff led Tim an
d
his trading team away for questioning. Joe and Robin walked in five minutes later and were introduced to Danny, who sat there with a stunned look on his face.

 
“I hope you’ll be able to manage without Olivia now, Danny, as we’re flying home in about an hour,” said Graeme. “You’ll find it very different working with Joe, who is your new boss, and Robin. They’re very organized and you won’t be finding any confusing duplicate paperwork now.”

 
“Now I know what Tim must have been hinting at, Mr. Browning. He said he had something to show me once Olivia was back in London, something that would interest me. He told me not to worry too much about her new paperwork, because he was scrapping it as soon as she was gone and going back to the old system. I thought that was strange, because the new system is easy and failsafe where his system seemed to produce so much duplication that didn’t jibe.

 
“I, eh, ran some spreadsheets I was going to bring to Olivia’s attention tonight after Tim had left. There seems to be a consistency with that duplication, about a 20% difference in all of them, and I couldn’t track where some of the money was going. Er, you know I have a bit of accountancy behind me, and it interested me.”

 
Graeme smiled grimly. “Well, Danny, you will be dealing with our systems, not Tim’s.  And Olivia will be at the other end of the telephone for the next two weeks if you have problems.”

 
“Only two weeks, Mr. Browning?”

 
“Well, then she’ll be away for a week, but Pat, Mr. Taylor’s P.A. will help you out while we’re away. Oh, and John Taylor will be over to see you. He’ll be most interested in those spread sheets. I believe he has plans to expand the parameters of the job you’re doing, to utilize those accounting skills you’ve so ably demonstrated. Give you a little more authority over all the trading administration of the Bank, to make sure that kind of shenanigans don’t occur elsewhere, or pop up in the future. In fact, if you keep up that kind of diligence, Danny, I wouldn’t be surprised to see John promote you to a very good position quite soon. You don’t want to become a trader, do you?”

 
“No, Sir, I don’t. My talents lie in administration, I think.”

 
Graeme smiled. That was just the answer he’d hoped to hear.

 
Olivia’s mouth formed an O.  She pulled Graeme’s sleeve and led him into the hall.

 
“Oh dear, Graeme. Danny will certainly let it slip that he thinks we’re married and then Joe or Robin will tell the rest of the trading group at home...”

 
“Don’t worry, baby. We already told Joe and Robin about the charade, told them it was to protect you from Tim O’Rourke’s retaliation once we had him arrested, and to explain why you had the authority to institute the changes we need to thwart the crooks. They believed us. I’m going to let the charade continue. O’Rourke
is
far less likely to come looking for you in London if he thinks you’re Mrs. Browning.”

 
They went back into the office. “Oh,
Mrs
. Browning,” teased Joe, his eyes twinkling. “Just wait until tomorrow morning. Despite all your efforts, and Pat’s, Gordon Reece balls’d it up good and proper yesterday. I think it’s going to take the rest of the week for you to straighten it out, because you’ll be on the trading desk four hours a day until Robin gets back to London.”

 
“What did he do?”

 
“He confused the Yen trades and the Rupee trades and then converted the whole mess to Euros to cover his mistake. He reversed the American Dollar loss and the Canadian Dollar gain. To cover that mistake, he converted them all to Hong Kong Dollars, at the wrong conversion rates of course.. In total, he confused about a Hundred Million worth of trading.  He’s afraid that he might get the sack, even if his dad is a department head.”

 
“That doesn’t sound too bad. It’s really only six transactions I need to straighten out. I can fix that in less than half a hour.”

 
“No? Then he went on line to a porn site in his lunch break and got a virus in your computer...wiped the hard drive clean.”

 
“Oh no...” Olivia sat down and turned pale. “Graeme, maybe he needs to find another career, far away from our department, anyway.”

 
Joe and Robin laughed. “Just joking, Olivia. Everything is good. The poor boy was so afraid the whole time you’ve been gone that he’s been triple checking everything before he gave it Pat. And he’s begun to actually understand the procedure.

 
“He’s even been studying the rules and regs on the wall. In fact, he’s so proud of himself, he asked Mr. Taylor this morning if he could come back and be the records clerk again, now that you’ve reorganized the process so that even a monkey could do it...and those were his own words!”

 
They all laughed, and soon it was time to pack up and say goodbye. James was waiting to take them back to the plane.