Momoko sat back and considered the problem before her: to order another parfait or no.

Sure she could expense it, but Oracle was being totally picky about this assignment for some reason. Ugh. You would think that an assignment that paid for Momoko to actually live in Tokyo for a month would mean Oracle would just pass over a few extra desserts ( Read more... )

"That much?!" Momoko set her W-2s next to her 1099 from Oracle and sighed, scrolling down the IRS webpage. "Okay. 'Notice 2005-77 provides that a nonresident alien whose only U.S. source income is wages is not required to file a U.S. federal income tax return'," she read from the federal website, "'unless his U.S. source wages exceed the personal ( Read more... )

Momoko rubbed her arms, shivering despite the fact that it was almost 78 degrees and she was practically in the desert. "It's a ghost town. I don't get it; of course there's going to be ghosts." And Momoko hated ghosts! They were SCAARY! "Why do I have to be here ( Read more... )

Momoko had come in just to check the schedule and see what days she'd be working, intending just to run in and then head off to do some shopping. Luckily that was all she'd had planned for the day, since Lorena and Felix had grabbed her to help decide who was the better sugar artist ( Read more... )

Momoko was comparing her ticket to the plates that had just come up when her co-worker came into the kitchen ( Read more... )

"A Hummus Wrap, two Deluxe Cheeseburgers, and a Roast Beef Ciabatta. I'll put your order in immediately," Momoko smiled as she collected the menus from the table of high-schoolers. "And be right back with your drinks ( Read more... )

Momoko was staring at the two letters she'd found in her mailbox today. Yesterday not a glimmer and now here she was facing two very different job offers.

When the waiter at the cafe yesterday had take off with the money from the register, Momoko had chased him for a block, tackled him, and dragged him back to the cafe. Campus police had arrived ( Read more... )

Momoko was not happy as she changed and made her way to the hotel restaurant for dinner. She'd solved the case, yes, but she hadn't been able to bring the criminal to justice. That was it, briefly and succinctly.

( Longly and roundaboutedly? )

"Still nothing. Ugh." Momoko dropped her head on the desk. "So tired!"

( A steamy warm mug was set down in front of her. )

( It had been a busy past few days. )