08-01-2022, 02:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-01-2022, 03:41 PM by Zechariah Meijer.)
Eons of schooling to be doing some rich bastard’s (well, not the bastard’s) taxes. It was humiliating. Degrading. Below him.
But not even these bullshit taxes could get him down. Zechariah Meijer, Esquire, was a father now – and he had needed not even fuck the broad! And rich. The rich part only helped.
(Yet.)
There was an unusually cheery knock outside the door of Darius’ bedroom, bright and early.
There was an unusually cheery knock outside the door of Darius’ bedroom, bright and early. Though he had stubble for the first time since Tony knew when, he looked in the best spirits his employer had ever seen him in.
But not even these bullshit taxes could get him down. Zechariah Meijer, Esquire, was a father now – and he had needed not even fuck the broad! And rich. The rich part only helped.
(Yet.)
There was an unusually cheery knock outside the door of Darius’ bedroom, bright and early.
There was an unusually cheery knock outside the door of Darius’ bedroom, bright and early. Though he had stubble for the first time since Tony knew when, he looked in the best spirits his employer had ever seen him in.
