Larry happily worked in the morning without a care in the world. He had a great sandwich packed for lunch and knew a spot where the Great Detective Rick Recluse couldn’t find him. These were the best days.
Larry’s boss knocked on his office door.
“Hey, boss, what can I do for you?”
“Larry, we need to come in,” the boss said. Larry noticed the HR director standing behind him. She only came into Larry’s office when he was about to win an award, so Larry’s spirits perked up even more.
“Larry,” his boss began. He was very nervous. “We’ve been alerted to some fraud within the company. Someone has been taking our products, putting them on third-party sites, and passing them off as other products. We’ve traced the fraud to you.”
“What?” Larry said, shocked. “Why would I do that?”
“We don’t know Larry, but we have a lot of evidence,” his boss said. The HR director held up a box labeled evidence. “We don’t want this to be a big scandal. So we’re going to terminate you. We’ll give you a nice severance package, and we’ll never talk about this again. We’ll only turn this box over to the authorities if we get wind of your involvement in additional criminal activity.”
Ten minutes later, Larry was out on the curb with his stuff. He even left his sandwich in the fridge. These were the worst kind of days.
Larry was at a loss. He would never commit fraud. Anyone who knew Larry knew how upstanding he was in all areas of his life. Someone was trying to frame him. And he wasn’t sure who.
Larry really needed a detective.
Larry couldn’t believe it. After all the ruined lunches, food trucks and plane rides, Larry was about to call the Great Detective Rick Recluse and ask him to get lunch.