He tossed and turned all night yesterday, this is over two hundred thousand we're talking about!
These are the hard-earned wages of his labor, his blood and sweat money!
He could pay, but definitely not right away; his plan was to delay as much as possible, each day meant a little more interest from the bank, after all.
And as for David's warning, he wasn't too worried.
It's not like I'm not paying, just a bit late; your IRS is just after money, they wouldn't arrest me, right?
But what he didn't anticipate was that the IRS didn't indeed arrest him, but they had their sights set on his house.
This was the house he had just bought, he hadn't even lived in it long enough to warm it!
Ibrahim became more and more anxious, quickly shut the shop door, and sped home in his car.
World Street was not far from their community, about twenty minutes, and he arrived at his front door in his car.
