Phone Call, Friday Afternoon, Miho's Room
Miho waited several rings before she realized that no, nobody else was going to pick up the phone so she'd better do it. So she did, and waited.
"...Miho?" Gail finally asked.
Miho still didn't say anything.
"This better be Miho. Look, this is absurd, I know, but you need to come pick up your tax forms. I've got you down as consultants. And I didn't figure you'd want me to trust them to the US mail. So...yes. Come home. Get paperwork so the IRS can take their pound of flesh. It'll be fun. Bye." Click.
Miho sighed and stared at the phone. Even she didn't want to tangle with the IRS. So she started packing a bag, since she'd probably wind up staying in Basin City a day or two to harass Dwight and certain other people. It would be fun.
"...Miho?" Gail finally asked.
Miho still didn't say anything.
"This better be Miho. Look, this is absurd, I know, but you need to come pick up your tax forms. I've got you down as consultants. And I didn't figure you'd want me to trust them to the US mail. So...yes. Come home. Get paperwork so the IRS can take their pound of flesh. It'll be fun. Bye." Click.
Miho sighed and stared at the phone. Even she didn't want to tangle with the IRS. So she started packing a bag, since she'd probably wind up staying in Basin City a day or two to harass Dwight and certain other people. It would be fun.