The Good Accountant

Chapter Six: This Too Shall Pass

I ate the last of the cake when I got home last night. Tonight's dream was drowning in cake frosting and Ellie's tears. It's safe to say that I feel bad today. It did cheer me up to see Jane in a good mood. I think she cut her hair and has some new lipstick. It's a nice red, pink color. I saw Tom on the way up to the elevator. I told him that it would be a good idea to tell Jane that he liked her new hair cut. He lit up and handed me a note he had written for her and asked me if I thought it was ok. It was really sweet actually. He's a big teddy bear. He made a joke he had to explain was from their first date. He wanted my advice because he said he thought I was good with people. I'm not so sure about that but I helped him anyway. He shook my hand so hard I was almost bouncing up and down. He really likes her and I think she feels the same. They're both so cute. It's nice to see them happy. Maybe that's a good sign maybe things will get better. I might feel a little bad about yesterday but that doesn't have to define my whole day. The first week was eventful and this week so far has been strange. I don't have to let it be bad. I can make this day good. The week isn't over just yet.

Yes, my blue note is gone. I should probably have a response by the end of the day. I go check on Ellie. She seems a little better than before. She seems a little on edge though. I think she changed one of her folders to a different color. They are still perfectly in line, baby steps. I give her a warm smile and it seems to help a little. I get back to my desk and quickly go over what I did yesterday. I really have been out of it. I was reading the wrong article for two hours. This is going to be a long day. A good one if I let it.

I still have no idea how I'm getting Amy to start a book club. I could always plant the idea in her head by asking her about the different books and my inability to understand Shakespeare. I won't mention I was the tutor for my AP English class and often help my friends that were getting majors in British literature. Ok to be honest that plan would take too long. I could outright ask about making clubs. The problem with that is people might be more attracted to the knitting club or basketball team than a book club. I have to figure out a way to only have a book club. I don't think the fifty dollars is enough to get people to join a club though. I need to find a way to get a book club up while it being the thing everyone wants to sign up for. It sounds like mission impossible without the bad acting. Maybe that's exactly what I need bad acting. I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. I should just focus on work. I can't make a good plan to get everyone together in a day.

By lunch, I hated the mere idea of taxes. Having to adjust the pay of the life expenses based on the pay bracket is frustrating. As soon as I raise the pay to account for taxes they almost always move brackets. You would have to have savings to avoid the switch over each year. If you ignore how low the market already pays, even with a reasonable pay there is so little room for savings. It would be more likely to melt wood in a vacuum. I kind of want to see that happen. Melted wood would look really cool. It would make really cool jewelry. I'd wear that and I don't even wear jewelry. I get up from my desk to get my lunch. As I am almost done figuring out how you could use two different chambers to create this kind of vacuum inside a hot box, I see a pink note in my mailbox. I look up and down the hall and see no one in sight. Whoever is leaving these notes is watching me closely. It's good because now they know I want to talk to them. It's bad because I have a kind of stalker. It makes the whole making a plan thing harder. I can't write anything down. I definitely don't want to leave any of my things here either. Anything I leave at my desk could be taken. It was already a possibility but now it's more serious. They aren't just going to steal some gum. I opened the note. Only one word this time.

Evidence

Evidence? Evidence about what, for what? Did I agree on something? The letter, it must be the letter I never opened. I didn't think taking it would mean I agreed to something. I'm pretty sure Adam said it just meant that I took it and was thinking it over. I don't even think I confirmed I wouldn't report whoever sent the letter. Did Adam trick me? What evidence? I'm so confused. This just created more questions and answered none. What do they want? What do I do? I can't decide which is more frustrating the taxes or this.