Three cars, one lie.

I was such a good salesman that I pulled off something that still shocks me when I think about it. I landed three separate travelling sales jobs at the same time ' each with a company car supplied. I staggered the diaries, learned three product lines, and sold above average at all of them. What I didn't use, I quietly rented out. Two spare cars earning while I earned elsewhere. For three years I lived like that: three salaries, three fuel cards, three sets of expectations. I never missed targets. Never raised suspicion. I stopped only when the plates began to feel heavier than the profit. No one ever caught me.