By RbbrStorage
I had it made. Fit, handsome, in my mid-twenties, and in the perfect job. At least, perfect for what I had in mind. After only three years since graduating college, a series of lucky breaks and departing mentors had led to my promotion as company controller of a mid-size manufacturing company. And as the guy in charge of handling the money, I knew exactly how I wanted to handle it … with the occasional diversion into a private account in St. Martin, thanks to some creative conversion of foreign currency when dealing with our suppliers and off-shore plants.
