Warning: Can contain traces of cum.
I sat down and let out a sigh. It felt like ages since I had sat down to do the taxes. My desk was cluttered with payslips, bills, invoices, bank statements, and tax forms. There was no way around it. It had to be done.
I sighed again. “Why didn’t I just close it all down”, I said to nobody in particular.
“Because you love your job”, a cheerful voice chimed in. My assistant Erik grinned and placed another stack of paper on my desk. “You have to break an egg to make an omelette.”
“Oh, shut up”, I mumbled.
Erik chuckled and vanished, probably to get more documents. Where did he get all that paperwork? It felt like I had been away for years…
I tried to focus on the task at hand when I was interrupted again, this time by another voice.
“Speaking of breaking eggs…”
