Just My Luck! A Short Drama
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Chapter 5: Page 40
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 5: Page 40 - 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
I’m glad I got a good night’s sleep because my head was truly muddled this morning. It had to have been a dream, but I couldn’t remember anything about it. I finished my daily review of my accounts by seven and then opened the books on Miranda K again.
It was disturbing. I did several internet searches but they all revealed the same thing. Nothing. The only thing I could do was contact Anya and let her know. I waited until nine o’clock to be sure she was working.
“Anya, it’s Cal.”
“What’s the news from my favorite accountant?”
That was a nice greeting. I’d had several long conversations with Anya and found her to be totally delightful. Way out of my league, of course. Just my luck.
“It’s not good. I’ve charted the expenses for the past four years and there’s an anomaly. Expenses have been on a steady increase that is above the inflation rate. Significantly. So, I started checking the set of books from before your mother passed away and comparing where the rise began, then looked for a vendor that could account for the change.”
“Did you find someone, Cal?”
“Yes. It was pretty well buried, but what clued me in was the same vendor listed as both cost of sales and operating expenses. Cost of sales, you know, is the expenses charged directly to the construction projects. Operating expenses are those charged to the business, but not to a specific project.”
“Don’t mansplain to me, Cal. I know the difference between cost of sales and operating expenses.”
Oops. Me and my big mouth. Better get right to the point.
“Okay. Sorry. There is a vendor that appears repeatedly on both lines. In cost of sales, it’s annotated as ‘materials and supplies.’ In operating expenses, it’s annotated as ‘office expense.’ Neither are detailed. Of course, I don’t have access to the receipts and invoices, just to the financial statements. The thing is, I don’t know of any company that could be invoicing under both those categories. And my searches have revealed nothing. I mean, I can’t find the company listed anywhere. I can’t be certain yet, but it seems you’ve paid this company millions over the past four years.”
“Shit! He’s embezzling and cooking the books. We need a strategy meeting, Cal. I can’t meet today. We have a big presentation of the site for Global today. I’ll be onsite for most of the day. In fact, I’m on my way there now. Romy’s driving. As long as the weather holds, I’ll be back this evening. There’s a tornado watch issued for three o’clock until ten p.m. Great day to go tromping around the fields and looking at surveyor’s flags for the plots. I’ll call you tonight and set up a time to get together at the office tomorrow.”
“Okay, Anya. Be careful out there. I need to head into my office now and take care of things that have been piling up. I haven’t been in all week,” I said.
“I’ll talk to you tonight. Maybe we can meet for breakfast tomorrow.”
I wished that meant what I wished it meant. Like to have dinner tonight and breakfast the morning after. I’d never be that lucky, even in my wildest dreams. Now Romy might be an achievable partner. She was a little younger than Anya, but still within an acceptable range. I wasn’t a dirty old man, but the woman was certainly pretty and quite flirtatious. It was just my luck that I never saw her without Anya.
I packed away all the papers from Miranda K and my laptop in an old briefcase and put it on a shelf in my closet. Then I grabbed my newer briefcase with the company laptop and headed to the office.
“Levin, where have you been all week?” Derek demanded as soon as I walked into the office.
“I’ve been working off-site on the Miranda K audit,” I said. “I can’t access the financials from here.”
“You expect me to believe that? We haven’t seen any reports or activity sheets. You’ve been on that so-called project for two weeks. Where are your timesheets?”
“Right here,” I said, opening my briefcase. I handed him the log. “We agreed on a day rate for working offsite. It’s been nine days. Ms. Kendall said that my days have been so long that we should include the time today as well. I just came in to clear up the quarterlies and payroll for Davis Construction.”
Derek looked at the billing information for Miranda K and scowled at me. It was as much as the rest of the office combined could have produced in those two weeks now that tax season was officially over. Half the staff were still taking comp time off in lieu of overtime.
“I’ve had it with this,” Derek continued to fume. “I can’t set appointments for you if you aren’t here. I’m taking you off of everything except Davis and Miranda. Transfer all the rest of your clients to Peter. When you lose either of those clients, you’re through here.”
“Thanks for nothing, Derek,” I growled at him. “After I transfer the projects today, I’ll take my leave. I don’t need to keep this job.”
“What?”
“I quit.”
“You can’t quit. What will happen to your two big clients?”
“I suppose they’ll find someone else. Doubt it will be you.”
Just my luck. I had enough in the bank to get through a month or two if I was careful. For some reason, I just couldn’t put up with this trash anymore. I’d live on the streets first.