Just My Luck! A Short Drama
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 22: The Partner
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 22: The Partner - 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
When I rejoined Anya and Romy, they were saying goodnight to the rest of the staff from Miranda and to Jeff Bardsley and his wife from Davis. I joined in that and sat down to enjoy a cup of coffee.
“We could have gone with Dad if we’d realized everyone was going to leave,” Anya said. “What took you so long to come back in?”
“Oh, Leon and I had a nice chat,” I chuckled. “He wants us to sign an antenuptial agreement.”
“Are we getting married?” Anya asked in shock.
“No matter what our desires, the law still forbids multiple marriage partners.” I pulled Romy to me and kissed her so she knew I wasn’t abandoning her. “And I’m not about to give up either of you.” I kissed Anya as well.
“So, it’s just a financial agreement?”
“Essentially, yes. Since I own most of Davis Construction and you own most of Miranda K Development, he believes—rightfully so—that we should keep those assets separate and not commingle them. That will include me selling my inherited share of Miranda K back to the company, or to you personally,” I said.
“Your share? You inherited Bernie’s twenty-four percent of Miranda K?” Romy asked.
“Actually, there are several things I need to work out with Bernie’s estate lawyer. I own the brokerage account that holds all the shares, but it is not clear whether that means I own the shares of Miranda K, based on the terms of the initial issuing of the stock. It’s still a good idea to have a record and agreement regarding how things would be divided if there is any dispute. I wouldn’t want Romy to suffer just because she isn’t a shareholder.”
“Neither would I, honey,” Anya said, reaching for Romy. The two women pushed across me far enough they could kiss.
“Part of what needs to happen is figuring out how to pay taxes on the various accounts. I’ll probably need to sell off other of Bernie’s assets to cover that,” I sighed. I wondered how deep the author was going to make me flounder around in financial details.
We were interrupted.
“I’m glad you hung around,” Vince said, sitting down next to Romy. His wife joined him on the other side and we shifted our chairs so we weren’t bound by the contour of the table.
“Mr. Gordon, thanks for stopping by. You know Neil. This is our girlfriend Romy,” Anya said, reaching over to take his offered hand. “I’m afraid we are only here because we let my father escape with the driver and it will be an hour before the car returns.”
“I would have tried to stop you if you had tried to escape,” Vince said. “This is my wife, Laura.” We all shook hands and greeted her. She looked familiar and I tried to place her among our classmates.
“Long time, no see,” I said as I shook Vince’s hand.
“You’re a hard man to find. And when I found you five years ago, it didn’t look like you wanted contact. You can’t imagine how happy I was to see your name on that proposal,” Vince said. “You remember Laura Thompson, don’t you, Neil?”
It clicked. As close as Vince and I were in college as roommates, we really ran in different circles. My degree was in finance and accounting. Vince majored in psychology. At the beginning of our freshman year, he dragged me out of the room to an orientation mixer. I hadn’t planned to go, as I’d have to meet people. We’d only been there ten minutes when he spotted Laura.
“I’m going to marry that woman one day,” he said breathlessly.
I didn’t think he’d ever made any progress during college. Laura was the darling of the theatre department—beautiful and talented. She was what they called a triple threat: sing, dance, and act.
“Laura, I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you in the company of this geek. You’re even more beautiful than you were in college,” I said, dredging up the memories.
“You seem to be in the company of beauty, too,” she said, nodding to Anya and Romy.
“So, you were all college classmates?” Romy asked, looking at each of us in turn as if we had suddenly changed appearance.
“Vince and I were roommates. Laura was simply way out of our league,” I chuckled. “Vince, I’m really happy to see how well you’ve done, personally and professionally. Global is a fine company. It lives up to our principles.”
“It should. It was founded on them,” Vince said.
“What do you mean?” Anya asked. “What principles?”
“Principles that even without having them written down, your company has closely followed for years,” Vince said. “When Neil and I were in our room, each studying our own disciplines, we talked a lot about how a business should be run that makes capitalism work for everyone instead of just for a few. We created principles like, ‘The founders should be limited to ten percent ownership of the company and not be eligible for bonuses paid in stock.’ ‘Top executive pay will be capped at ten times the base salary of the company’s lowest paid employee.’ ‘Stock options will be awarded in proportion to base salary, subject to a twenty-percent variance based on performance.’ That kind of thing.”
“How were you ever able to attract high quality employees with those kinds of rules? Of course, our company isn’t public. But the shareholders never took anything but a standard dividend and their salaries from the company. We didn’t do stock options, but profit sharing,” Anya said.
“The hardest one to attract was our startup capital,” Vince said. “After college, I landed a job as a behavioral psychologist for a new wave energy company. You’ve probably heard of Martin Thompson’s Hanta Corp. I’d never met an established businessman whose ideals were so closely matched with my own.”
“Of course, if I’d known my father was going to hire this rascal, I would have stayed in Europe, pursuing my acting dream,” Laura said.
“Your father is Martin Thompson?” I asked.
“Yes. I came home from an acting gig in Paris and Dad introduced me to Vince.”
“Love at first sight?” Romy asked dreamily.
“Hardly,” Laura snorted. “It was more trying to preserve the family fortune from falling into the hands of an outsider.”
“I was head-over-heels in love with Laura from the day I first saw her as a freshman in college,” Vince declared. “The hardest job I ever encountered was convincing her to marry me.”
“Congratulations to both of you,” I said. “You seem well-matched.”
“And you awarded the contract based on recognizing Neil’s name?” Anya asked. She was still skeptical.
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