Taxes Drabbles
Two unrelated ones. Just didn't want to take up two posts. LOL
Title: Reparations
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating PG
Cordelia hated April 15th. She faced demons, vampires, all sorts of uglies but the IRS scared her the most. Starting when she got her W-2, a ball formed in the pit of her stomach. Memories swirled in her head of having everything taken from her, the trauma of going from the top of the world to the rock bottom. There was that irrational fear that they would take it all again. Sure, she would deal, survive. She always did. But...
And when she got that refund check, picturing the new Jimmy Choos she would buy, it felt like justice.
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Title: Not Your Standard Deduction
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating: PG
Cordelia knew numbers. She knew money. Her filing skills left something to be desired (along with her ability to make coffee) but for the first two years of Angel Investigations, she gladly did the taxes for the business.
“Angel, what is this?” She held a bundle of receipts in her hand. She had on that patented “I am exasperated with Angel” expression.
The vampire only gave her a puzzled look. “What? I gave you all my paperwork.”
“I told you last year. You can’t count hair gel as a business expense, no matter how many pounds of it you buy!”
Title: Reparations
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating PG
Cordelia hated April 15th. She faced demons, vampires, all sorts of uglies but the IRS scared her the most. Starting when she got her W-2, a ball formed in the pit of her stomach. Memories swirled in her head of having everything taken from her, the trauma of going from the top of the world to the rock bottom. There was that irrational fear that they would take it all again. Sure, she would deal, survive. She always did. But...
And when she got that refund check, picturing the new Jimmy Choos she would buy, it felt like justice.
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Title: Not Your Standard Deduction
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating: PG
Cordelia knew numbers. She knew money. Her filing skills left something to be desired (along with her ability to make coffee) but for the first two years of Angel Investigations, she gladly did the taxes for the business.
“Angel, what is this?” She held a bundle of receipts in her hand. She had on that patented “I am exasperated with Angel” expression.
The vampire only gave her a puzzled look. “What? I gave you all my paperwork.”
“I told you last year. You can’t count hair gel as a business expense, no matter how many pounds of it you buy!”