People like Ollie are the reason companies need the best expense manager app

Out at a burger restaurant lunch neither could legitimately claim on expenses because they weren’t entertaining clients, Ollie Banks and his workmate Bill were talking about how their careers had developed.

“It’s a shame we didn’t work for different companies,” Ollie Banks ventured, wiping salty grease from his fingers. “If we did, then we could claim both the cost of this meal on our expenses.”

Bill raised his eyebrows at his friend. “There’s a downright dishonest streak in you Banks. I can’t imagine you’d suggest such a thing. For a start, there would be no business being done because we’d be just two mates out for a shared lunch. You wouldn’t leave the restaurant without paying for the meal, so why would you think for a moment about stealing the money to pay for it from the firm? And why would you think I’d countenance that anyway? Shame on you.”

“Hardly stealing,” said Ollie. “It’s part of business; greasing the wheels that keep business on the move, keeping people in work, putting goods and services out into the marketplace, supporting an entrepreneurial spirit that fuels the economy.”

“It’s still stealing,” said Bill, flatly. “Theft. Taking something that’s not yours. Cheating. A betrayal of trust. I sometimes wonder why we’re such good friends. No wonder companies have to use a business expense tracker app to keep control of behaviour like that. Is your dishonest streak the reason you stopped working at the bank – which would have been a natural role for someone whose surname is Banks?”

Ollie mumbled something through a mouthful of burger, spraying crumbs across the table and onto Bill’s jacket. Brushing himself down, Bill said: “Someone once told me you weren’t fit to live with pigs, but I stuck up for you; I said you were.”

“Sorry,” said Ollie. “I was just saying that I left the bank partly because of my name. You’ve no idea how often people cracked jokes like that, and it wore me down. They just weren’t funny after the first couple of hundred times. No, I left because I lost interest, and I felt so alone. The whole thing just stopped adding up for me. Get it? Are you going to eat those fries?  I’m still feeling a bit peckish.”