1. DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 7--8


    Date: 11/6/2023, Categories: Occupations, Author: campusvamp 

    ... Dance. I shook my money maker all around my kitchen! Then I sobered up and stopped. It was like I was celebrating that Tim was dead.

I flopped down on my couch and just looked at the pile of cash on my table. I was sad Tim was dead, butOh My God!! I was thinking of the shops I could go to... Fuck that! I started thinking of the cities I could travel to, to shop in! Paris, London, Rome... I was planning my itinerary when Imaginary Mom's voice dropped the C-word on me. College.

"C'mon, Mom," I pleaded with Imaginary Mom. "I wanna shop! There'll be plenty of money left over for college. I just won't go to Rome."Frowny face.

"Okay. Okay! Just a few shops here in the city..."Stern frowny face.

I sighed. Nineteen years of being my mother's daughter trumped a few days of living independently in the city. I flopped against the back of the couch with my hands over my eyes. "Well, what do I do with it then," I asked Imaginary Mom. "I can't just take the money to my bank! How do I explain where I got it from. Say that I robbed a bank? The teller would love that!"

I might not know much, but Dad loves TV crime dramas, and I've watched enough with him to know that the IRS tracks large sums of money being deposited and withdrawn from banks. Or is it the DEA... No matter... When no better inspiration struck, I carried the cash into the kitchen. Opening the large decorative tin labeled FLOUR, I crammed the bundles on top of my tip money. The top wouldn't close. I had to ...
    ... re-stack the bundles in laid out precision to get them to fit so the top closed.

"Okay," I said in resignation to the smiling Imaginary Mom at my shoulder. "College is paid for." Leaving the kitchen, I whined, "Being a responsible adult sucks!"

To take my mind off the woes of responsibility, I reached into the bag and brought out the last item. The binder. I held the letter Tim wanted me to mail. The envelope was thick with papers and as I felt it, there seemed to be two hard items in the center of the papers. From the shape, my first thought was computer thumb drives. That made sense if Tim was going to pass on information about his partners to... I turned the envelope over and read;Federal Office Building, Attn: J. Chamberlain, US Federal Attorney...

Oh, shit! Fuck! That was as far as I got before tossing the envelope back onto my coffee table as if it had burned my fingers.

"Son of a bitch, Tim! What the fuck is going on," I asked the air around me. Sure as shit you don't mail a, 'Hi, how are you. Just thought I'd drop you a line,' letter to Federal Attorneys at their office. I sat staring at the envelope and I had another thought. It was definitely sure as shit that a Federal Attorney would be curious how a dead guy is sending him mail! Curious enough to try and find out who mailed the fucking letter and my fingerprints were all over that damned envelope!

My TV crime drama education failed me. Would rubbing the envelope hard on the sofa cushion wipe my ...
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