Just My Luck! A Short Drama
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 3: Where Was I?
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3: Where Was I? - 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
Let’s see now. Where was I? I know there was something important, but I seem to have gotten distracted for a bit. Does anyone know what page we’re on?
Oh, yes. I was about to get divorced. I was surprised at how quickly things could progress in getting an ‘amicable’ divorce. Dora’s attorney initially thought Dora was ripe for picking and planned to run up the bills. As soon as he checked all the balances in our accounts to arrive at an equitable distribution of assets, he discovered she really didn’t have anything left to pay him. He advised her to agree to the split that was offered and he wouldn’t pursue looking for any other assets she might have.
The divorce was final in a record time, and I breathed a sigh of relief. At least that chapter of my life was over. And I wasn’t dead yet.
I got the quarterly taxes done for Davis Construction and talked to Bernie’s construction manager, Jeff Bardsley.
“Everything is good with the payroll and taxes,” I said on our call. “How is Bernie doing?”
“Not good, Cal,” he answered. “Of course, we’ve been running without him for a year now. Between you handling the accounts and me managing the schedules and crews, we’re stable, but no one knows what will happen when Bernie dies. He’s been on hospice for two months now and I visit him every week so he knows we’re surviving.”
“I need to get over to see him,” I said. “It’s been too long. The tax deadlines had us all in a crunch the past few weeks.”
“We don’t know what the disposition of the company will be after his death, but he’s made it clear that you will keep us financially up-to-speed and I’ll manage the business and crews. The problem is we’re running out of jobs. Bernie has always been the one getting new business. I handled a call from a potential partner a few days ago, but it was clear he wanted an acquisition and not a contract.”
“Things will come clear soon. I know he’s always had a good relationship with Miranda K Development. I’ll put out some feelers to see if they have a new project lined up for after the Starlight Mall and office building are finished. That looks to only be a couple of months or so away. Just keep the quality up and something will come together soon.”
Jeff was a good guy, and Bernie was right to trust him with efficiently keeping the operation on track. He was still working out of the job trailer at Starlight Mall. Bernie’s business address was a little-used office where a secretary answered the phone and did the filing. The real work of the company was done by the crews he sent out on jobs. Those guys needed to keep working.
I would need to do some research on contracts that were upcoming.
“You aren’t who I have an appointment with,” Anya said, staring Derek in the eye.
“When we saw who the client was, Miss Kendall, we decided to give you a higher level of service. I’m Derek Lee, the manager of AAA. I’ll be happy to be sure all your auditing needs and project planning are handled by our top-level staff.”
I wondered why my appointment this morning had disappeared off my calendar. I leaned back in my chair to watch what was going to happen.
“My appointment is with Cal Levin,” Anya stubbornly insisted.
“Cal is just a basic level accountant,” Derek said, ignoring my management of the company’s most lucrative clients.
He was determined to get the commission from this new client. Bringing in a major account always involved a bonus and commission fee. Derek usually met with all clients first, then assigned them to one of us workers. That way his name was always on the commission check.
“Are you telling me that I can’t choose to meet with Cal Levin?” Anya asked. “There’s no reason for this appointment then. Good day.” She turned to leave.
“Wait, wait! Of course, you can meet with any of our staff. We simply want to make sure you have our highest level of service,” Derek said.
“You’re doing a pretty poor job of it,” Anya spat. I liked this lady’s spirit. “Am I meeting with Mr. Levin or not?”
“Certainly, certainly. We’ll just handle the intake paperwork and then call Cal in to meet with you.”
“There’s no need for intake paperwork. Just get me to my meeting with Mr. Levin.”
“Is there something I can help with, Derek?” I asked, finally leaving my desk and joining the discussion.
“Cal, Miss Kendall is a VIP client,” Derek said. “She doesn’t deserve having to wait for you to show up for her meeting. I’ve been covering for you long enough. Please go to the conference room and let’s get this started.”
So, Derek planned to sit in on the meeting as well. That way he could still claim the commission.
“We won’t need your supervision, Mr. Lee. My business is highly confidential, and I don’t wish to expose it to anyone but Mr. Levin.”
We walked into the conference room and she pointedly closed the door with Derek on the outside.
“I apologize for the confusion out there, Miss Kendall” I sighed. “Every office has its politics, I guess.”
“Don’t I know it,” Anya agreed. “Mr. Levin, I’m Anya Kendall, CEO of Miranda K Development. I was referred to you by Bernie Davis of Davis Construction, a company we partner with frequently. I hope we can drop the formalities now and start fresh.” She held out her hand. “Anya,” she said simply.
I shook the offered hand.
“Cal,” I responded. We sat at the table, and she chose a seat across the corner rather than opposite me. She opened her briefcase and pulled out several financial statements.
“Miranda K is planning to bid on a major project for Global Warehouse and Distribution. No doubt you have heard about their development of a new retail warehouse between the freeway and the river. They’ve acquired a large parcel of nearly two hundred acres for the development.”
“That’s impressive. Global site size is usually between fifty and seventy acres. And you’re planning to bid on the warehouse construction? I think we should start with confidentiality agreements for anyone who works on the project here. That includes me. I’ll ask our administrative assistant to pull a pro forma for us,” I said, starting to stand.
“No need. I have one here. After the kerfuffle I had with your manager, I simply forgot to ask you to sign it before we started. You can tell how stressed I’ve been lately.”
She handed me a paper from her briefcase, and I scanned it quickly to verify there was nothing unusual in it, then signed.
“You’re already apprised of the basics, I see. You may not realize that Global has issued a Request for Proposals to develop the 150 acres adjacent to the warehouse as commercial and residential units. That is the project Miranda K will bid on,” Anya said. “The combination warehouse, shipping lanes, and retail outlet will be constructed by a national firm Global has used on frequent occasions.”
“That seems much more in line with Miranda K’s operation. However, it’s considerably larger. If I recall correctly, Starlight Mall is something less than twenty acres,” I said, nodding.
“I’m beginning to see why Bernie wanted me to talk to you,” Anya said.
“I’ve had a long working relationship with Davis Construction that goes back twelve or fourteen years. I’m sad to have heard he’s in hospice,” I said.
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