In the brightly lit cubicle a short, pudgy man who is balding sighs, tapping the end of his pen against the desk. Tap tap tap. The woman on the other end is hysterical, she has been sending in the payments to the business he works for. She does not know how or why the payments are not reaching them, the bank takes it out of her account automatically. 

"Ma'am, please calm down-yes, I know. I will try my best to help you find your missing money," he sounds sincere as he smiles to the faded reflection of himself in the computer screen. 

Little does she know, little does the company know, that he has been intercepting payments from several customers for his own personal gain. He had learned to cheat the system and was using it to his full advantage. He assured the woman in his soft tone that the money would be found, he also advised that she not stop the payments.