After Vera agreed to the hiring request she quickly began to pack up her things and leave with Lynch, there wasn't really much to it, just a few office supplies like rulers, erasers, various pens and the to tools needed to make a ledger.
Before Lynch hired her, she had been working over here as an hourly laborer, which sounded like it was pretty cheap, and it actually was. When the firm had a need for work, she would be notified, and only then would she come over here and start working, and the amount of money she was able to earn each month wasn't really that much.
Most firms will "train new people" to cut costs, and accountants like Vera who have been around for a while will often only be responsible for the final review, which doesn't take long.
The real long-term work is left to the newcomers, for which the firm does not need to issue a high remuneration, which saves the firm a lot of money.
When Lynch returned to the warehouse with Vera, Richard and two other guys had been waiting here for a while, each of them carrying a huge backpack and looking very overwhelmed.
"You're finally here, boss ...", Richard breathed a sigh of relief, honestly carrying thousands of dollars on his back is not an easy job, but if you put it on the ground ..., it's not so safe.
Law and order in Sabine is limited to the center of the city; there aren't as many patrolmen and mounted police outside of the center of the city, and it's hard for the police to get there in time if the slightest thing happens.
The warehouse district was such a place that if the three of them hadn't been standing together with only one other person in, they might have left first.
Nodding his head, Lynch opened the side door to the warehouse and turned on all the lights as he walked towards the office to introduce Vera to the group.
Needless to say, with such an accountant in the role, the three Richards' seven hearts were slightly stabilized, at least a skinflint company wouldn't think of hiring a full-time accountant.
At the same time, Lynch explained for Vera their current main business, the change exchange service.
"My salesmen collect change from the outside and bring it to me, then other companies or individuals redeem the change from me at a certain percentage and I make the difference, that's my main business at the moment ..."
While Vera listened carefully, as this is what she will be doing for the next major period of time, Lynch continued, "You don't need to think about my taxes, you know ...," he said with a smirk as he looked around at the extremely shabby office. "City Hall encourages micro-enterprise startups like ours, and also exempts us from taxes, we just need to file a complete return, we don't need to avoid taxes."
In this world, there is actually no such thing as legal tax avoidance and illegal tax avoidance. In the final analysis, they are all acts of tax evasion, and since they are not legal acts, why are some acts of tax evasion pursued while others are not?
It's really quite simple, the ones that are being pursued are just too sketchy in their methods, the accountants they hired weren't professional enough and weren't careful enough themselves, and with the proper functioning of the federal tax system, they're definitely going to fall into it.
And for those who are not being held accountable, no one knows how much money they spent on tax evasion and how many joints they had to get through to dodge a portion of the tax, not to mention that some of them even pushed for changes in local laws to successfully evade the tax.
The cost of "legal" tax evasion is too high for Lynch to afford right now, and with the tax exemptions and deductions available to micro-businesses, he won't have to think about it until he starts being looked at by the Federal Tax Service.
"By the way, before I incorporated I had already done some similar business and had a portion of the money in hand, can this be done into the next accounts?"
Vera was slightly lost in thought, it was the first time she had ever heard of someone being so aggressive in wanting to file their taxes, in the past the ones she had ended up with had tried to pay as little as possible, even if it was just a dollar less, it was a win for them.
This sudden shift in stance gave her a very new feeling, and her professionalism brought her back to her senses quickly, pushing her glasses up slightly to hide the trance she had just been in, "Of course ..."
She said after a slight pause and added, "I think you should customize a set of tickets, the tax system will require us to provide supporting evidence, and everything will be a little easier with a legal and well organized ticket system!"
It was only in Vera's next explanation that Lynch realized that there was no such thing as an invoice in this world; instead, there was a judicially recognized system of registered bills.
Any incorporated company can pay to apply for its own registration ticket with the IRS, which may seem like a very bureaucratic and cumbersome system, but it's not.
Just give your own design of the bill style, and then provide it to the federal tax office, the tax office approves the adoption of leaving a sample, then you can use it.
Of course, the printing of the note needs to go to a semi-official printing organization that has a partnership with the Federal Revenue Service around the world, and they will code the note to ensure its legitimacy.
As for how to fill out the ticket once it arrives, that's entirely up to everyone's level of self-awareness.
Sometimes Lynch had to say that he liked the world, and that he was not only highly qualified and educated, but also very self-conscious!
"Awesome, you solved a lot of my problems!" , Lynch suddenly reached out and took Vera's hand in his, and quickly released it again, before she could show emotion.
It looked like he had just made some potentially misleading moves in the heat of the moment, and even Vera felt that it might not have been intentional on Lynch's part, but instead felt that she would look like she cared too much if she dwelt on the issue too much.
She pushed down the unwarranted speculation in her mind and looked at Lynch with a smile.
"You are truly my angel, I'll take you to dinner tonight?" , he placed a chair next to Vera and sat down.
A faint, high-end perfume spread outward from Lynch's body, not strong, very ethereal, yet a constant reminder of the scent's presence to those affected by it.
It was a special purchase last night, for the middle class, grunge maximizes one's senses of another, and with Lynch's brief observation of Vera, he purchased this light men's perfume.
Classical grassy aroma with a hint of lively fruity scent, a very odd combination but rather set off a special temperament of Lynch, a paradoxical temperament that is also fascinating.
She looked at Lynch, and before she could have any reaction, Lynch added, "For our work, first day on the job, shouldn't we have a potluck?"
It was hard to argue with that reasoning, and Voula hesitated a bit, not giving Lynch any precise answer after a long moment of thought, but instead saying, "I need to talk to my family first, you know, I'm married and have children of my own ..."
Lynch's face didn't show any frustration or loss, he just looked at her and nodded his head, "No problem, I'll wait for you!" , said he paused, "And I have some other work related things I want to discuss with you."