Free Social Engineer by Ian Sutherland Page B

through his emails, spread across numerous accounts, most of which were newsletters and blog posts from the various technology and computer hacking websites he subscribed to anonymously.  
    While he worked, he kept one eye and one ear on the meeting. Heather Bell, Atlas Brand’s Chief Financial Officer, presented the prior month’s financial performance of each of their major restaurant chains, all famous brands in their local regions. Walter Chan, who managed the property portfolio, took them through expansion plans by country. Heng Chu, the Chief Information Officer sitting on his own in the Sydney office, struggled his way through his plans to integrate the IT systems of four recent restaurant chain acquisitions Atlas had made in Asia, frequently interrupted when it became clear the synergy savings the board had promised the shareholders would take much longer to realise.  
    “What’s next, Ulf?” asked Lamont.  
    “We’ve got Marketing and the launch plans for a brand new concept.” Ulf turned to the man on his right in Munich. “Over to you Tim.”
    Brody looked up from his computer and focused on the meeting. Adrenalin began to pump through his bloodstream.  
    Tim Welland, Chief Marketing Officer, began his presentation. He had connected his laptop to the TelePresence system and its screen took over the central monitor, forcing the images of the other meeting rooms to tile next to each other, now even smaller. Welland took them through a polished PowerPoint presentation, illustrated by concept artwork.  
    “Welcome to Barbecue Union, a brand new mid-range dining concept for the UK, Canada and Germany. Every table in our Barbecue Union outlets will have a live barbecue grille embedded within it, which customers will use to cook their own food. The food will be presented on skewers along with a selection of marinades. It will be a mix of Mediterranean, Indian, Oriental, and American cuisine. Imagine, if you will, all the fun of having your food cooked in front of you, just like the Japanese Teppanyaki restaurants, but without the expensively trained chefs. Yes, you guessed it, our customers will be those chefs.”
    Welland paused and surveyed his colleagues on the screens. Lots of nodding heads.  
    He continued his presentation, dropping into lower levels of detail, eventually hitting target market demographics, pricing strategies, menus, and launch costs. “And the best bit is that much of the marketing will be word-of-mouth; the best kind. As customers experience this totally new concept, they will mention it to everyone they know.”
    With a touch of triumph, Welland concluded his presentation and began taking questions. While they debated the pros and cons of this new chain, Brody pressed a button on the control tablet and the image of his room was added to the others. Just a black screen. He stood up and peeled the duct tape from the webcams in his room, revealing his face in close up on the screen, his swept back white blond hair, green eyes and carefully groomed beard filling the screen. He sat back down, his every move mirrored on the screen, and unmuting his microphone, waited for someone to notice.
    “What about hygiene? Surely we’d be liable to local food safety regulations if the customers don’t cook the ingredients properly?” asked Annabel Fielding, their Head of Legal, located in the Dubai office.
    Just as Welland began to answer, Ulf Lubber in Germany exclaimed, “Who’s that?” He pointed at his screen, the others following his direction.
    Brody waved and said, “Hi.”
    On his tablet, Brody absent-mindedly noticed a new email arrive. He automatically clicked it open.
    “Who the hell are you, young man?” demanded Andrew Lamont. “And where’s Rich Wilkie?”
    “Me?” said Brody innocently, forcing himself to ignore the email. It could wait.
    “I know who it is,” said Chu in Sydney. “He’s a ‘white hat’ security consultant called Brody Taylor. I recently