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Notorious corporate criminals throughout the history of business.
Self Assessment for Freelancers: A Complete Filing Guide
Freelancers often navigate a complex landscape of income streams, expenses, and tax obligations. The HMRC Self Assessment system is designed to ensure that all income is reported accurately and taxes are paid on time. Understanding the nuances of the process is essential for avoiding penalties and maintaining financial clarity.
By Self Assessment Tax Return12 months ago in Journal
What White Collar Crime Really Means And Why It’s Taken So Seriously
When you hear the phrase “white collar crime,” what comes to mind? Maybe a headline about insider trading. Or a company executive in a courtroom. Or just a vague sense that it involves money but not violence.
By Angelina Dave12 months ago in Journal
The UK Passport Backup Plan
In an era defined by global volatility—from political shifts to economic uncertainties—the concept of a "backup plan" has evolved beyond savings accounts and insurance policies. For a growing number of British citizens, the ultimate form of security is a second passport. This isn't about rejecting British identity; it's about pragmatically enhancing personal and financial resilience. A UK passport backup plan is increasingly seen not as an exit strategy, but as an essential component of a modern, globalised life.
By KAMRAN AHMAD12 months ago in Journal
What Bentley Kyle Evans Taught Me About Hollywood Quid Pro Quo Coercion: The Casting Couch
When I hear the phrase “casting couch”, I think of an old creepy guy in front of a camera and me sitting on the couch. He turns off the camera after my audition saying something a long the lines of "I'll make you a star, I'll discover you, I've discovered so and so in the past, etc" then lean in with unwanted physical advances. But for me, I dont think my relationship with Bentley registered to me as a quid pro quo coersion (sexual harrassment) because firstly, I'm just now learning the term and lastly many people say that's the only way to make it in entertainment. Bentley included. I didnt know it was wrong until just now. Bentley made it a bit more personal by meeting me in a private yet luxurious establishment (Beverly Hills Gravitas) for lunch so I lowered my guard. This lived experience revealed to me that manipulation takes many disguises. As my current read "Hinds Feet on High Places" by Hannah Hurnard states. The Shepard warns Much Afraid "When you get to the places which you dread you will find that they are different as possible from what you have imagined." My affair with Bentley Kyle Evans, a married Hollywood producer, opened my eyes to just how alive quid pro quo coercion still is in today’s industry—and how it thrives under the guise of mentorship, opportunity, friendship and even love.
By Tiffany Lily Walker12 months ago in Journal
Rashida’s Stand
Rashida’s Stand When silence breaks, courage speaks louder than fear Rashida’s mother had started warning her when she was only twelve. But the real meaning of those warnings only struck her two years later—when Shafi, the shopkeeper, stopped looking at her face and began letting his gaze rest two hands lower. Their family had a monthly credit account at his store. Out of necessity, Rashida had to visit once or twice a day. But each time Shafi stared, her breath froze inside her chest. She felt a crawling sensation on her skin. Her back bent unconsciously, as though trying to shield itself. In the prison of his filthy eyes, her dupatta was reduced to nothing more than a fragile illusion. And it wasn’t just him. The vegetable seller, the milkman—every man seemed the same. When walking down the street, Rashida’s eyes automatically fell to the ground. She ignored every barking dog and every leering glance. If only her mother hadn’t been paralyzed, Rashida wouldn’t have been so helpless. Nature had been cruel in its generosity. Her youth had blossomed before childhood had even ended. A truth impossible to hide—so she learned to hide herself instead, stooping lower and lower, trying to disappear. Moving through the lanes, Rashida’s steps were always hesitant. Her arms would fold across her chest, pressing against her racing heart, afraid that the rhythm of her fear might be visible to others. The dupatta no longer rested on her head gracefully—it clung tightly around her body like armor. Shafi, though married with children, behaved like the spawn of some cursed breed. Rashida was the only child. Her father worked long hours, while her mother lay confined to her bed with illness. Rashida never dared tell her father about Shafi. Would he spend his strength on her mother’s medicines, or on quarrels with men like Shafi? Her mother’s tongue was sharp but powerless. Between the grindstones of life, Rashida’s youth was being crushed. Her beauty became her curse. Even when her father accompanied her to school, men’s eyes would not rise above her chest. The worst fear came when uncles or cousins visited—men who should have looked at her like family, but whose eyes betrayed something else. Inside her own home, her dupatta became a blanket, a shield against the unwanted hunger of familiar eyes. Even her father, unknowingly, avoided looking at her too long. But Shafi—older than her father—was never deterred. One Sunday, Rashida was washing clothes when the detergent suddenly ran short. Her mother, restless and demanding, insisted: “Go get more surf. Finish the laundry today. Tomorrow you have school.” Three times Rashida peeked out into the street before stepping out. The policeman’s sons were hanging around the corner, laughing at something on a mobile phone. They had brushed against her deliberately before, “accidentally” colliding, trying to touch her. Her mother’s constant nagging left her no choice. She wrapped only her dupatta instead of a full shawl and stepped outside. As soon as the boys noticed her, she knew—they had already invented their filthy jokes. Rashida quickened her pace, heart hammering as their whispers reached her ears. By the time she reached Shafi’s shop, she was breathless. Her rising chest caught his attention instantly. His own breath faltered. “Three packs of surf,” Rashida blurted out in one breath. The small sachets dangled above the counter like streamers. “Take them yourself,” Shafi said carelessly. Rashida raised both hands to reach for them—when suddenly a scream tore from her throat. Shafi had grabbed her viciously, like tearing flesh from bone. Her right hand rose on instinct and landed across his face with the full force of her youth. Shafi, a man grown old, collapsed against the side counter and fell sprawling into the street. For a moment Rashida froze at her own audacity. But then, four years of silent torment burst awake inside her. She stormed out, kicked the man twice, thrice, as he struggled on the ground. Two passersby stopped, puzzled but unmoved. The sound of the counter crashing brought the three loafers running—but even they didn’t dare step closer. Rashida’s eyes burned into them, and their smirks melted into fear. Shafi twitched beneath her feet. Without screaming, without crying, she pressed her foot against his face and stood tall. Her bent back had straightened. Her dupatta had slipped away. But no one dared stare at her body now—their eyes were fixed only on the defeated shopkeeper beneath her heel. The vegetable seller came rushing, pleading: “Rashida, my daughter, let him go!” The word daughter made her glare at him too, but she stayed silent. Shafi’s wife and the policeman’s wife emerged from nearby houses. The latter swung her slipper and smacked Shafi across the mouth. “Rashida, go home,” she ordered firmly. Rashida turned with calm confidence and walked away. By then, women had started gathering around the scene. In her left hand, she absentmindedly carried ten or twelve sachets of detergent. Her mother called from inside: “Did you bring the surf?” “Yes, Mother. I brought it,” Rashida replied, switching on the washing machine. Her mother muttered: “Stains, good or bad, must always be washed by women.” But Rashida knew one thing now. This society did not need silence. It needed courage like hers—courage to stand, to fight, to say no. Or else… Or else, every woman would be left with only her dupatta, her fears, and the endless burden of washing away stains she never caused. --- ✍ Writer: Habib Ullah
By Habib Ullah 12 months ago in Journal
Luigi Nicholas Mangione: The Alleged Killer Who Shook America . AI-Generated.
On December 4, 2024, the corporate and healthcare worlds were stunned when Brian Thompson, the CEO of UnitedHealthcare, was shot and killed in New York City. The alleged gunman, Luigi Nicholas Mangione, a 26-year-old Maryland native and Ivy League graduate, was quickly arrested and charged with multiple counts, including second-degree murder and terrorism-related offenses.
By Vital Eastabout a year ago in Journal
🌍 Global Sumud Flotilla 2025: 40 Ships, 700 Activists, and the Fight to Break Gaza’s Siege
A Fleet of Hope in a Sea of Uncertainty In 2025, the Global Sumud Flotilla set sail across the Mediterranean, aiming to break one of the most enduring and controversial blockades in modern history: the Gaza siege. Carrying hundreds of activists, journalists, and humanitarian workers from more than 40 countries, alongside hundreds of tons of food, water, and medical supplies, this humanitarian flotilla has become more than a mission — it is a global symbol of resistance, solidarity, and hope.
By The Narrative Hubabout a year ago in Journal
The Myth That Business Culture Is Resistant To Change
I am currently a Nominee in the Running to Receive a Prestigious Award. I cannot talk about the Specific Details yet, but I was Asked a Series of Questions about My Work as part of the Process.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Journal
Kansas City Chiefs vs Los Angeles Chargers: A Clash Beyond the Field
Chiefs vs Chargers – A Rivalry that Defines the NFL’s Future The National Football League (NFL) has always thrived on great rivalries, and one of the most exciting modern matchups is the Kansas City Chiefs vs Los Angeles Chargers. Whenever these two AFC West teams meet, it’s more than just a football game—it’s a battle of talent, strategy, and star power that captivates millions of fans worldwide.
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a year ago in Journal
Digital Marketing 2025: Smart Strategies That Work
Introduction: Why Digital Marketing Still Matters In an era where nearly every purchase starts with a search, a scroll, or a swipe, digital marketing has become the lifeline of modern business. From small startups to global corporations, everyone is competing for attention in the crowded online space. But in 2025, success doesn’t come from doing everything — it comes from doing the right things smarter.
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a year ago in Journal
