MONEY LAUNDERER by Kenneth Rijock
I spent a year as a compliance officer. How it came to an end is perhaps just as interesting as the details of the more colourful clients I have recounted in the past few chapters. If I didn't explain it before, the compliance officer job was offered to me based upon my experience as a money launder, not despite it. For that I will always be grateful to the owner of the firm, who wanted someone in the compliance division who could spot the financial criminals on a real-time basis, and deny them entry. Unlike others in the financial and legal community, he saw my experience as a valuable human resource. My job was to handle the problems, the potential clients who required enhanced due diligence. But let's get back to the story.
- One morning , I was sitting at my computer at work, with a pile of files on the desk, when a soft voice behind me intoned, "sir, please setep away from your computer." Now, you know my background, where I have been, and my experiences with law enforcement agencies. Was I being arrested for something that occurred long ago? What could possibly be happening that was so serious that there was a law enforcement agent at my back, directing me to comply with his directions?
- When I stood up and turned around, sure enough, there was a man wearing what appeared to be the uniform of a US Customs Agent. But he didn't handcuff me; strange, What's going on? I then saw others from the company all had uniformed agents behind them and their work-stations. I did notice a total lack of anyone in senior management on the floor. Where are the division heads?
- We were all herded into the central conference room, which has a commanding view of downtown Fort Lauderdale. There was plenty of muscle there, all from the law enforcement community. A lectern was being set up, and a man whom I immediately recognised as the former United States Attorney for the Southern District of Florida, stepped up to speak. Since you don't get a lecture when you're being arrested, I knew something was up.
- Reading from a court order, he announced to one and all that the firm had been placed into receivership by a Federal Judge, and he had been appointed Receiver. So it was civil, and not criminal, after all. There were a carload of fraud issues, and government regulators, including the SEC, had prevailed upon the Court to remove the principal, and employees, and take over the operation.
- At that point, the company's outside counsel, mad as hell, stormed into the room, firing questions at the Receiver, but he was quickly quieted down, and escorted out. We had not seen the last of him, but that will be more apparent further on.
- Was this a shock to the employees? You bet it was, as many of them had never experienced the long arm of the law reaching out and touching them in such a personal way. The receiver had also frozen all the company's accounts. Fortunately, I had just one day earlier cashed my payroll cheque, but other employees, vendors, regular creditors, and investors who had not yet deposited cheques, were all out of luck.
- They escorted the hapless employees to their desks, to remove only personal items. I has a number of valuable due diligence reference aids there, but it all was left behind that day. We all left the parking garage for the last time, though a small number of employees were hired on to wind down operations, and assist the legion of individuals who were working for the receiver.
Why did all these happen? Find out next week.
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