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Duplicity

by Jesse Riles

134 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #06-0424; ISBN 1-4120-8668-x; US$15.00, C$17.25, EUR12.32, £8.63

Duplicity is a work that I seek to render a memoir that details my experiences with death threats, discrimination and blackmail in the workplace, while working for the Internal Revenue Service."

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About the Book

Federal employees abuse the public trust- Guilty of corruption, malpractice and treachery. This book details the unconscionable things those employees done, to keep the public from finding out what they were doing.

This is a memoir that details steps federal employees took to cover up their crimes against the country and citizens. It tells of the corruption malpractice and treachery committed against another feral employee. They tried to destroy him to keep the public from finding out what they are doing. They used death threats to scare him off from telling the public. When that didn't work, they claimed they were investigating him for a crime and no one was allowed to talk to him about it.

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About the Author

Jesse Riles was born in New Orleans.

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Excerpts

Preface
     I believe I must write about my experiences
working in the Federal Government, because this is my
obligation to God and my spiritual and moral obligations
to people, in order for them to know what I have learned,
through my experiences with the Federal Government as
one of their guinea pigs, something I was not aware of
nor did I volunteer to be.
     I have learned the degree of injustice, and
immorality that exist in this country, when the Federal
Government is involved, and want the wrong done kept
a secret.

*****

     Shortly, after my training ended, I began to
hear rumors, of what I was doing and where I went, when
I was not at work. They were talking about the many
different women I had been with while not at work. I
would hear a manager tell my manager what was reported
to her, about what I had done while not at work. Before
I knew it, it would be all over the work area. The stories
about the many different women I had been with seem to
make the women on the job more interested in me. I
began to sense them competing to be with me. One of my
co-workers, just gave me her phone number without me
asking for it. I never called her. I was not interested,
in having a work place romance.

*****

     One day, while in the neighborhood store, I
heard one of the girls that worked their say, "If they
don't stop tampering with his car he will never have any
money." Every time I got one thing fixed something else
would go wrong. I guess this was done to support the
rumor spread by those investigators, that I was a crack
head. Crack heads were known to be someone who spent
all of his or her money on crack cocaine. It got to the
point where they began offering the mechanics fifty
dollars not to fix my car. I learned about this when I took
my car to the mechanic, who I had an appointment with,
to fix my car. Once there he examined the car and said it
couldn't be fixed. Then under his breathe he said, "They
paid me fifty dollars not to fix it." I took the car to
another shop. While I was waiting for someone to look at
it, the telephone rung. After the mechanic got off the
phone, he told the other guy that was in the shop, "They
said they will give me fifty dollars if I don't fix his car."
That's just what happened, the car didn't get fixed. I
guess it was to appear as though I couldn't afford to get
my car fix and to make it more difficult for me to get to
work. I kept that car and bought another at an auction.

*****

     During the time I was preparing my court case
those investigators continued their harassment and death
threats. I was on the elevator at work when I heard two
men in dress suits say, "Even if he wins, he will not live
long enough to spend the money." I knew they were
talking about me. I was always told something indirectly,
doing it that way I would not be able to testify they were
talking about me. You would have to know the whole
story, to conclude they were indirectly talking to me.

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