American Tax Officer

By the time he had finished reviewing the second document, David's face gradually twisted. He glared at David viciously, "Where did you get these things?"

David shrugged and replied, "That's not something Director Ducray needs to worry about."

"You dare to investigate me?!"

"It's you, Director Ducray, who I am investigating!"

David was also livid, and although the other party's rank was much higher than his, he now held leverage over him and was therefore brimming with confidence.

At this moment, Director Ducray was fuming with rage.

After all, he could be considered one of the most powerful subdivision directors within the National Tax Bureau, while David was just a minor Chief Tax Officer.

Yet now, this minor Chief Tax Officer not only dared to investigate him but also had the audacity to threaten him with his findings to his face. How could he not be infuriated?

"Don't forget, Director Ducray, you were the one who started this, not me!"

Director Ducray gritted his teeth and responded, "Do you think that with just these two documents, a mere $180,000, you can take me down with the top brass at headquarters?"

"Of course not. In fact, let alone someone like you, Director Ducray, even a Chief Tax Officer from the lower-ranked subdivisions could easily make a sum of $100,000 or more each month. But while making money is one thing, getting caught is another!"

This statement rendered Director Ducray momentarily speechless.

Because what David said was true. Not to mention him, even many at the top of the headquarters had similar issues with bribery.

After all, where in the world are all crows white?

But while everyone might take bribes, if you get caught and someone wanted to take you down, that's a problem.

"Director Ducray, this amount of money and these two documents may not be enough to shake your position. But if they are used to stain your record, it won't be so easy for you to move up to the headquarters in the future."

David certainly knew that becoming the director of a super division like Long Beach required a strong background and a solid network within the headquarters.

And to tell the truth, Director Ducray was not entirely corrupt.

The two sums he took were primarily because of his old school relations with Trevicon and a bit of nepotism with the Vice Director of YA Company.

Afterwards, in gratitude, they bypassed Director Ducray, went straight to his wife, and forcefully handed her these sums of money.

Therefore, the higher-ups at headquarters would definitely not easily take down a director of such a large division once they found out.

But as David said, it's definitely a stain.

And since there's a seat for every high-level position at headquarters, with such a stain, his competitors would certainly use it against him, making his ascent to the headquarters much harder.

Unless, of course, he had no intention of moving up to headquarters.

But David knew that was almost impossible.

As the saying goes, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier, and Director Ducray, after years of hard work, had finally become the director of a super division like Long Beach.

Now that he was halfway to headquarters, how could he willingly give up everything he had achieved?

At that moment, Director Ducray was gradually calming his anger and thinking.

David was right. While this matter wouldn't bring him down, it would become a stain that his opponents could use against him in the future, and he certainly cared about that.

His many years in the service, now pushing Bellamy for the "God-Making" election campaign, weren't all to gather more achievements in preparation for his move to the headquarters?

If David took these two documents to the headquarters, not to mention his competitors, just Donald, Obajoa and their group would give him enough trouble.

After all, Director Obadiah, the head of the headquarters, and Deputy Director Donald, who oversaw the black tax legislation, were supporters of David.

And since he had already annoyed these two giants by freezing David's GCO funds, with this leverage, wouldn't the two giants make a big deal out of it?

"Director Ducray, order the tax return for GCO to me, and I'll turn around and leave. I will also keep these two documents to myself. What do you think?"

David, seeing the other party's psychological defenses crumbling, didn't waste any more words.

Director Ducray stared at David with a gloomy gaze, and after nearly a minute, he spoke with a threatening tone, "If you dare leak these two documents, David, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life 'catering' to you!"

David showed a smile. He certainly heard that the other party had made a decision, and without further ado, he got up cleanly and left.

After his departure, Director Ducray picked up the phone, "Bring Bellamy to me."

...

On the other end, Trollope, having received the message, burst into Bellamy's office and said, "Chief Tax Officer, David has left, but the Director wants to see you now."

"He wants to see me?"

Bellamy felt a little surprised, but the bad feeling in his heart intensified. He immediately got up and pushed through the door towards the Director's office.

A few minutes later, he entered, saw Director Ducray's somewhat gloomy face, and while his mind was racing, he also asked softly, "Director, you wanted to see me?"

"Bellamy, what on earth are you even doing?"

Right upon entering, Bellamy was taken aback by such an outburst. At the same time, he was startled and asked, "Is something the matter, Director?"

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