My little dummy company meanwhile owned a pretty big cash flow and I started to wonder, if it wouldn't be good to hire an accountant or tax lawyer to run the company finance wise, so I wouldn't one day get into trouble with the feds. Quickly, I did a brief Google research for tax and accounting offices and called the two with the best recommendations.
No. 1 told me, they only did tax advisory, no. 2 had a bigger variety of services in their portfolio and they seemed to be just what I needed. In a quick conversation one of the partners told me, they could run my company "financially", take care of the cash flows, do the bookkeeping, do the taxes and take care of all legal aspects, so I would only have to run the actual business. That sounded just perfect and thanks to my powers, I got an appointment for the same afternoon.
On arriving there, the receptionist, who seemed to be a perfect reception bimbo – nice face, nice rack, empty head – offered me a coffee and asked me to take a seat, the partner would be right out to meet me. While I was waiting, I watched the people walk by. Stereotypical lawyers, accountants... boring people. One or the other secretary, that was not actually an insult to my eyes, but still nothing interesting. Mr. Meyr sure was taking his time. When I was just about to decide to use my powers, a tall man in an expensive suite came up to me and greeted me. I introduced myself and we went to his office. On the way, however, I got distracted when an incredibly hot redhead, apparently in her early forties crossed our way and casually greeted Mr. Meyr. I almost stumbled over my own feet upon turning my head after her, which she noticed and commented with a smug smile.
Once in his office, we very quickly settled my questions and the details of what I needed to be done. He gave me a price – which I was planning to actually pay so everything was fine for the tax office – and then we agreed on the contract. But right before signing, I remembered the hot redhead and asked: "Between you and me, who was that bombshell out on the hallway, you know, the ginger cougar?" He laughed and winked at me: "Oh, you mean Ms. Hanscomb, yes, I noticed you liked what you saw. She's our most recent partner, got promoted just 2 months ago." - "If she's an expert on everything we just agreed on in my contract, then I would like to add one additional clause: I want her to be my exclusive account manager." - "Well, she's already pretty loaded with clients, but I'm sure we can arrange for her to take care of your business as well."
With that I signed the contract and was relieved, I wouldn't have to take care of my finances myself anymore. Mr. Meyr made an appointment for me with Ms. Hanscomb and promised, she would make a house visit for the first meeting. And so we shook hands and I left the office, happy with my day's work and looking forward to my "business" meeting with my new smoking accountant...
To be continued...
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