You know, whoever said balancing a career and a love life was easy never probably went up against discovering that the guy they had fallen in love with was involved in an international money laundering conspiracy.

I mean, I'm just saying that if those career women who have time for kids and a love life with their husband every night like they write about in all the magazines ever had the mental worry and anguish I'm going through, they'd either be career-oriented spinsters, or happily married and unemployed.

I mean, I'm sitting here, looking at these trades.

There is no doubt about it. No hiding from the fact.

There is someone at Carter Jeffries or acting for Carter Jeffries that is executing orders from Derek's account moving vast sums of money around the globe to countries and entities that violate so many different laws that it's not even funny.

It's no wonder that whoever has done this hasn't been caught. Derek is a high net worth private client, and the bank has a strict policy on confidentiality. I had to basically get promoted to get special access to see his account.

And had this been in the normal database, what would've happened?

Oh, I dunno ... like 18 different law enforcement agencies would have gotten red flags most likely. They probably would have swarmed our offices with SWAT teams and taken all of our computers.

I need to figure this shit out. I need to tell someone. I'm too pretty for jail. I'm still an ass virgin. I was thinking maybe giving it up to Derek on our wedding night. You know, like a wedding present because obviously I'm not a virgin or anything. That ship sailed a while ago.

But then, what do I do?

I could lose my job, my license, and be forever barred from working on Wall Street if I get tagged as an accessory to this. I mean, you read about it in the Journal every day nowadays. Conspiracy to commit fraud and launder money. And I'm sorry babe, but just knowing about it and not saying anything is enough to make you part of the conspiracy.

But who do I go tell? Nadia?

She'll probably let our Legal and Compliance folks know. They'll investigate and then they'll alert the FBI, Homeland Security, the SEC, the Department of the Treasury, the IRS, and who knows who else.

Jesus Christ, it's not like there's a witness protection program for whistleblowers. I mean, what do I even say to qualify? Please hide my identity because he's my boyfriend?

Derek will probably never talk to me again much less have sex with me.

And look at what he's done to me! I'm thinking about his fat cock inside of me when I should be thinking about my career.

I'm thinking about how his arms feel wrapped around me as we lie in his bed and look over at the city.

Yeah, girl you best check yourself before you wreck yourself, huh?

I need to stop.

I lean back and stare at the ceiling.

So, I can't tell Derek anything because I would be violating the rules of the Firm by disclosing proprietary technology and secrets. And I can't tell Nadia anything because I'd be betraying the man I love.

So there's only one thing to do.

I'm actually surprised I didn't think of it sooner.

I mean, what can you do when you can't tell each side what you found out separately?

You tell them together.

That's right.

I'll go through my findings and let both Derek and Nadia connect the dots together.

And then whoever has the questions will ask them. And whoever has something to hide will have to explain all this illegal shit or basically, I dunno, go to jail?

I get to work, quickly shooting off an email. I've never written with such authority before, but I go ahead and state that I request the presence of Derek Lowell and Nadia Moore this coming Friday to go over an analysis of the Lowell Private Client Account. The reason for this walk through is due to the fact that after a thorough analysis I have some questions that need to be clarified and answered.

Right. This should be good. I send out a calendar invite to both Nadia and to Derek.

Let me just take a moment to explain the culture of Wall Street to you if you're not familiar.

It's totally a hierarchical structure. Shit comes from the top and it always flows downhill.

I think that's why Nadia made me an Associate.

And normally, at an Analyst level, I would have never been taken seriously enough if I called a meeting. At the Associate level I probably have a bit more weight and gravitas to my title.

Because in the world of money management, people still care about things like this.

And, who knows, maybe Nadia won't even respond. Maybe Derek's personal assistant will see my email and toss it right into the junk pile.

But somehow, within minutes of my sending the email and invitation for Friday, I get responses back from both accepting and signifying that they're going to attend.

I'm sitting there in awe at my first high-level meeting that I set up and wondering at all the things I need to do.

I need to get my presentation materials ready.

I need to let the receptionist know to let security know so Derek can enter the building.

I need to order coffee and sandwiches.

That's when Nadia walks out of her office. I wouldn't even notice but she's wearing a really tight black skirt and blouse today and I have the feeling that she's going out after work.

A part of me is jealous that she gets to leave early to probably go to the gym and then look pretty for whatever her plans are while I sit here and work, but that's just the dues I'm paying.

Only this time, Nadia looks at me and I try not to wither under her stare.

She smiles at me and I give her like half a wave. You know, where you feel kinda awkward and raise your hand to wave but don't want to go all out?

And geez, that's one cryptic looking smile. It's like she's looking at me before I go in front of the firing squad or something.

Before long, she's out the door.

And I'm wondering how lil' old me is going to manage a meeting between a billionaire titan of Wall Street who just happens to be my boyfriend, and my Managing Director boss about illegal activity on a Private Client account.

Yeah, it's going to be a late night at work tonight.

Sigh. So much for the single life.