Chapter 111 Friends

• The weight of the tax audit burdened Paul, his temper flaring like a roaring lion. There were too many high-profile personnel for Paul to simply make them all disappear; so, he had no choice but to wait it out.
• With knitted brows and a subtle frown, he glanced at scattered papers on the coffee table. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, pausing momentarily in his furious typing as he tilted his head back.
• He issued instructions on his phone, "Transfer all the accounts from Blanko to be linked under Mourial Funeral Services as their clients. Make sure Kastron signs them off, and do not make any date errors. Have this completed within the hour," he instructed.