As an up-and-coming social media influencer, Sadie Dwyer has had enough of the expectations thrust upon her and is finally ready to start living life on her own terms. Goodbye cushy corporate finance job, goodbye Los Angeles, and hello fresh start...
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Later that evening, I'd finished filming and had stuffed my face with too many slices of margherita pizza as I edited together the footage into what I would call a standard Sadie Dwyer DIY video. And while I still had a thumbnail to perfect, as well as some final metadata to pile together, that could wait until the morning.
Instead, I switched gears all together. Changing into a pink tie-dye sweatsuit, I threw my hair into a messy bun on top of my head and opened up the email I'd gotten from one of the people I did taxes for back in Los Angeles. With the end of the month upon us, taxes would be due in just a few short weeks, and Marty always got on my radar early. He would send me his files a few days before quarter end, I would calculate the estimated amount he owed, and then readjust on the first of the month when he sent along any final earnings.
Was it the most efficient? Not really. But it helped slightly with spreading out the work, so I didn't mind.
Pulling up the spreadsheets I had saved for Marty's previous quarterly tax calculations, I started to plug and place numbers for this quarter. A glamorous Thursday night if I did say so myself.
In the zone, I was utterly thrown when I heard a pronounced knock on my door around twenty minutes after eight. Especially since the only people who had my address were my sister, who I was positive was mid-shift, and the two men downstairs. Standing slowly, I moved towards the door almost as though I thought I'd imagined the first round of knocks, but when the rapping sounded again, I flicked the inside lock and pulled the door open.
To see Finn standing there.
"Evening," he drawled. With his shoulders back, a friendly gleam in his eyes, and a welcoming grin on his lips, he was the picture of confidence. "Any chance you have a few minutes to chat?"
I raised a brow, but nevertheless, stepped aside and waved him in. "Shouldn't you be down at the pub, I don't know, working or something?"
He huffed out a chuckle. "We have a night manager who closes weekdays and the days my brother and I aren't available." Turning around to face me, he dragged his fingers through his short hair and said, "Admittedly, I should've left over an hour ago, like Rhett did, but I had a few loose things to wrap up."
"And do any of those things happen to involve me, or...?" I trailed off, waiting for him to get to the point of this unexpected visit.
"Well," he started, before his eyes scanned over the apartment and landed on the open laptop and the chair I'd pushed aside when getting up for the door. "Wait, I'm not interrupting something, am I?"
"You typically ask that once you've already made the interruption?" I asked, my voice more playful. Sending him a quizzical look before waving him off. "But don't worry about it. Just doing some finance work for a client. I can get back to it in a minute, you know, once you tell me why you stopped by."
Finn blinked, seemingly confused at my words as I noticed his brows furrowed together and formed a crease on his forehead. "Huh."
