Just My Luck! A Short Drama
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 19: False Claims
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 19: False Claims - A down-on-his-luck accountant is murdered, resurrected, and thrust into a whirlwind of corporate intrigue, romance, and second chances in Just My Luck!, a sharp, witty drama where bad fortune might just be the best thing that ever happened. This is patterned after Chinese Short Dramas, just 23 chapters.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Humor Workplace Paranormal Polygamy/Polyamory
“Who’s trying to remove one of my employees at my signing celebration?” the voice from the door yelled.
Everyone turned to see Rex Laughlin of Regal Associates arrive with a dozen people in his entourage. He strode purposefully through the ballroom like he owned it. He wore a plain blue suit and tie. The men in his company were dressed in ill-fitting black suits, as if they weren’t used to wearing them. The women, all three of them, wore evening dresses slit up the side to their waists and with necklines that plunged to their navels. The effect wasn’t sexy. It looked like he’d ordered them from a catalog of Las Vegas escorts.
“Boss!” Beef called, struggling free.
Speaking of ill-fitting suits, Beef’s clothes scarcely looked clean. Dora wore a dress that was too tight for her bulges. I could almost imagine her in it ten years ago, but she just wasn’t the same as then.
“This guy is spouting all kinds of malicious accusations,” Beef continued. “He accused me of murdering him and tried to have me dragged out. How could I have murdered him when he’s standing right there in front of us?”
“Who dares to question my men?” Rex said, approaching Romy, Anya, Leon, and me. “You shouldn’t even beat a dog without knowing who his owner is.”
He shook a finger at us, coming to rest his gaze on me.
“And who are you?”
“Neil Levinson,” I said calmly.
“That’s a lie!” Dora declared, jumping into the fray again. “This is my ex-husband, Cal Levin. He’s just a broke-ass bean counter.”
“Cal Levin?” Rex asked. He looked at Beef, then back at me. “I thought you were dead.”
“You, too, sound disappointed,” I said, staring him down. “Are you also disappointed to find I’m not tied up in the back of a black van waiting for you to pressure Anya into withdrawing from the competition.”
Rex took half a step back, looking me up and down.
“So, are you Cal Levin or Neil Levinson?” he demanded.
“Yes,” I responded. “One and the same.”
“Maybe you should be arrested for identity theft,” Rex laughed. “Makes no difference. I don’t know you anyway. I’m just here to sign a deal with Global Warehouse and Distribution and make some new friends in the development industry.”
“Boss, that’s not all,” Beef continued when Rex turned away. “That guy even implicated you as having put out a contract on him. You can’t let him off that easily.”
Now that was something new to me. It sounded right, but I was sure no one had mentioned it during our earlier confrontation. Where did I remember it from? And since no one had mentioned it during our confrontation this evening, Beef was actually handling the implication himself. I had to wonder if he was intentionally letting Rex know he would roll over on him, or if he was just too stupid to know what he’d done.
“Ha ha!” Rex’s laugh was obviously fake. “Me? Put out a contract on someone? If that was so, someone would owe me a big refund.”
His eyes narrowed and he focused on Beef.
“We’ll take over watching this guy until there’s some real evidence,” Rex said. He motioned and two of the ill-fitting suits approached to usher Beef and Dora to the side where they were quietly surrounded by Rex’s entourage. “Everyone should freshen your drinks. The president of Global will be here soon to sign the development contract with me. Let’s not let anything darken the mood.”
“You sound very confident that you’ll be signing the contract tonight,” Anya said.
“Oh, it’s a done deal. Signing is just a formality. The whole party is designed for me to make more contacts among the local contractors. No one else has a large enough organization to take on this big a project,” Rex said.
“You’re big in the Southwest quadrant, but you don’t have any presence at all up here in Cedar Park,” one of the other contractors said.
At least this guy’s suit fit him. I wondered why Anya wanted Leon and me to be dressed in tuxes. The prevailing fashion among the men in attendance was just normal suits with a few sport coats and open collars. The women all seemed to be better dressed and more festive than any of the men. There weren’t that many women in the development and construction industry, so I guessed many were the wives or dates of the men.
“That’s true,” Rex said. “We don’t directly hold any licenses up here. But the development isn’t in Cedar Park. It’s in unincorporated Starke County. There are cooperative interchanges between Lewis and Starke counties, so there won’t be any licensing problems. And we expect all our partners—you fine builders—to be properly licensed.”
More people had arrived at the gala and we weren’t even the focal point any longer. Romy and I moved through the crowd in one direction as Anya and Leon moved in another, simply greeting people and renewing acquaintances. My work over the past two weeks had given me direct contact with most of the people who were significant in the industry. The event had drawn about two hundred people, some sitting at the banquet tables and others standing to chat or circulate with drinks in hand.
“I don’t like Regal Associates,” Mac Gray said when we stopped to chat with him and a few people from Gray Development.
He was known primarily for his housing developments and I’d discussed cooperating with our plan for the dwelling units in the proposal. They were enthusiastic.
“I don’t think anyone here really wants to work with them,” I snorted. “I’m not sure his own employees want to work for him.”
“But Neil, if he gets the bid, we’ll be cut out of the entire project unless we work with him. His people have already been around our Summerset Neighborhood. It hasn’t been outright threats, but they’ve implied that when Regal moves up here, no one will develop anything without their permission. You can spell that as kickbacks.”
“I agree. Rex Laughlin’s way of ensuring profitability is to force everyone who works with his company to pay him a portion. The only thing we have between us and his dominance is our unity,” I said.
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