The Audit
When I first worked for the accountants after leaving school, one of the main tasks for me and the other trainee, Jimmy Patel, was to go out and do audits. This was generally very routine stuff: checking bank statements against chequebooks, going through petty cash slips, that sort of thing.
We had just come back from a miserable two weeks auditing the books of a meat pie and sausage manufacturer in the Midlands. We had to stay at one of the local pubs, which was awful, and didn’t manage to get back home for the weekend, as we were expected to work on Saturday until lunchtime. Mr Meadows, the qualified assistant, who was supervising us, was cross because he missed his Saturday game of cricket. He was a precise and sardonic young man who lived with his mother.
“At least this one is not far away,” the Senior Partner announced.
Before sending the three of us out on audit he always summoned us to his room for “a briefing”, as he called it. He lined us up against the wall…
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