Worse than Hanky ​​Panky

Worse than Hanky ​​Panky -

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in 2003, I spent most of my time traveling, solve problems for a publishing company based in the UK. In November this year the Hong Kong office they sent me to solve some problems and I arrived to find the place in an absolute mess. The office manager was young and inexperienced idiot and his staff took full advantage of it every chance they got, but he was the son of one of the bosses, I could not fire him. To get rid of him for a while, I asked him to take some time because his "loyal" staff would not respect me or do what I told them as he was there. He saw my "problem", has graciously agreed to help me and p *** ed off to the pub.

In my experience when there is such a situation, it is not unusual to find financial irregularities too, so on my first Sunday in the country where I went in the office to do some to delve into the computers. In a previous life, I learned some simple techniques of computer forensics and I always carry the necessary equipment with me when I go on this kind of troubleshooting tasks. I went through all the computers in the office, by first checking through the financial statements for obvious anomalies, then check the deleted files in the trash, but I find nothing against him (yes, people are often stupid) . Then I checked the mail accounts and browser histories and recovered all the deleted files possible for the previous month on each machine, but there was nothing unusual there either. I was about to give up and accept that our employees were lazy and incompetent, but not dishonest, when I remembered that there were two company laptops that shared freelance writers. I thought freelance writers are unlikely to be involved in any Hanky ​​Panky financial, but I knew that every staff member could borrow laptops, so I've pulled up and got stuck in.

I am very open minded, but what I found among the deleted files on a notebook made me feel dizzy and sick to my stomach. You probably think it was porn and I guess it was in the broadest sense of the word, but I did not expect to see something like that. There were dozens of films depicting women raped then killed vicious manner. At least, I assume from the title than they have all represented - I have not spent the first two. The scariest part was that they look very real and I honestly felt like I had known two horrible murders. I decided there was only one thing I could do. I went to the Hong Kong police.

At the police station, they took me seriously and told me they were at the time of the survey several reports of domestic girls disappear. I began to get very nervous because they reconstituted the possibility that someone in our office was the abduction, rape and murder girls while doing "snuff" movies to please the other perverts. I told them that I saw women being abused in the first two films are not Asian, they began to look at other movies. Through the office I watched the color drain from the face of the two policemen as they went against the heart through films one by one -. And there was indeed Asian victims

I was asked the names of all persons who may have used the laptop and told me they were going to start checking immediately. I was told that I was in the clear because they could see from my passport that I had been in Hong Kong for a few days but I am sure they checked me too. I would be surprised if they do not.

A few days later, after rumors of "police" and "computers" spread around the office, one of the writers suddenly stopped working for us. When the police tried to trace him they found the address we had for him was false. Apparently, our office manager with intellectual disabilities had hired him after meeting him in a bar, never checked his details and was always paid in cash. None of the people in the bar knew anything about where he had gone, and when the police checked his name against immigration records, no trace was found. To my relief, it turned out that the "missing girls" had just returned home to the Philippines without authorization, but it is fairly certain that looked at tobacco snuff movies on the laptop.

When the dust settled, I told the office manager what had happened and he said that the only smart thing I've ever heard. "Damn. Why could it not be a normal perverse like the rest of us?" Indeed.

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