Richard Harrington Summerby (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_richard) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Richard chuckled and held a finger to his lips. "Shhh. September thirtieth. I was in Hong Kong so I never said anything. Got you by a couple of weeks. Never much for birthday celebrations - my own anyway - so don't mention it. Rather not have a fuss."
"The pay, son. Only the pay. Truth be told," he shrugged, "I'm thinking seriously about hiring an office minion to deal with all that stuff. I swear we could heat the hole building all winter with the paperwork we generate in a week. You run across anybody looking for that sort of gig - who might actually be good at the job - send them my way. Long hours, workaholic boss, piles of galleons."
Rich tossed down the rest of his drink, grabbed the new one, and nodded to Ben. Sounds like a plan. Lead the way and protect me from all the manic huggers."