The Office Of Robert Drake, CPA
Tax time was the most lucrative time of the year.
It was also the most infuriating. Piles of tax returns ascended to the ceiling, almost mocking the young accountant to take them down.
Luckily for Bobby, he'd finished them all and was packing them into the boxes to be sent off to the Income Removal Service. A glimmer of pride was there as he packed ream after ream of paper into the cardboard crates. Another Fiscal Year over. I did it all by myself.
He smiled as he pulled his bottle of Irish Whisky out of the lower draw on the desk and poured himself a glass. He had a whole month off from midnight tonight. And he was planning on the quality time he'd spend with his video game collection.
And I gotta catch up with Hank too... and everyone but Scott and Chuckles.
He quickly pulled out the packet of twinkies that were lying in the drawer behind the whisky bottle. Secret stash time!