Chapter 1 – The New Accountant
Josephine Vance took a job as the staff accountant at Bennett Steel, a mid-sized manufacturing operation outside Youngstown, Ohio, eighteen months after quietly, anonymously, saving the company from bankruptcy through a structured investment that had kept two hundred jobs from disappearing during the worst quarter in the company’s forty-year history.
Nobody at Bennett Steel knew that the mysterious “strategic investment partner” who had rescued the company was, in fact, the same woman now reconciling their accounts payable and reviewing quarterly tax filings from a modest cubicle on the second floor — Josephine had structured the investment through a fund entirely separate from her own name, and had taken the accounting position under her middle name, Vance, rather than the surname that would have immediately connected her to the rescue.
She’d taken the job partly out of genuine curiosity about how the company actually operated day to day, and partly because the endless boardroom meetings of her usual private equity life had begun to feel, after the Bennett Steel deal, considerably less satisfying than she’d expected wielding that much financial influence to feel.
Grant Bennett, the company’s current president and grandson of its founder, had taken over leadership two years earlier, inheriting both the business and the crisis that had nearly ended it, a crisis he’d weathered through the anonymous investment without ever learning the investor’s actual identity.
“You’re new,” he said, stopping by Josephine’s desk during her first week, the easy, unpretentious warmth of a small-company owner who still knew most of his employees personally. “Josephine, right? How’s the transition going?”
“Better than expected,” Josephine said, genuinely meaning it, the ordinary rhythm of the accounting floor offering her something her usual boardroom life rarely did.
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