Chapter 61.7 Boundaries
Tank’s POV
I’m watching the dot on my Escalade come back closer to the apartment. When I called Bobby and asked him to head her off, I was grateful I remembered he had a takedown in east San Antonio tonight. I can see he caught her just in time; he said he spotted her moments before I called. I got lucky there.
I hear the key in the lock and a quick conversation outside. Lula pops her head in and looks at me.
“Bobby’s with me,” she says quietly. I nod and they walk in. Lula takes off for the back and Bobby sits on the sofa.
He looks over at me. “I cleared the way,” he whispers, “but I’m riding your ass about how you opened that shit. Tank—”
I raise a hand. I don’t need him to do it. I’ve beat myself up for the past two hours. Bobby nods, recognizing the look on my face. We sit in silence until Lula returns in her jammies and with her hair tied up.
“Bobby, you want something to drink?”
He laughs. “Woman, we just drank how many slushies? I gotta piss, if you’re offering a bathroom.”
Lula laughs, tears running down her face, and directs him to the back. I grunt and bite my lip. That shit was funny. Lula looks at me cautiously and I open my arms to her. She smiles, sits next to me and snuggles up.
The cats all file over and sit in front of us, watching.
“That bothers me.”
I grunt. “They’re waiting for the show to begin.” I get poked but she giggles.
Bobby returns and looks at the cats then us. “Boom-chika-boom-chika-boom-chika-wow wow.”
I break. I can’t help it, I laugh my ass off. Lula throws a book at Bobby, who dodges and catches it. The cats are still looking at us and we’re laughing our asses off.
The doorbell rings and Bobby opens it. Les is standing there, looking at us in confusion.
“I missed something good, didn’t I?”
Bobby ushers him back out of the door. “The cats are waiting.”
Les starts laughing then sticks his head back through the door. “Boom-chika-boom-chika-boom- chika —”
THUD!
“Lula Bear, you gotta stop throwing my books.”
I call in and inform Bobby that I’ll be late. He tells me to spend the day with Lula and make sure she’s OK.
The cats did not get a show. We kept that private.
Attempt one was a complete failure. Let’s set up the correct conditions for attempt two.
I pull my personal accountant’s last quarterly statement, showing my bank accounts, investments, real value of property and major assets. It’s a massive list and at the end it shows my entire net worth. Excluding my share of RangeMan, I’m worth around $14 million. I reinvest damn near everything and my assets are doing extremely well.
“Lula,” I call softly. I tip the chair back and look. She’s still angry. I sigh and walk into the living room. “Lula, I know I fucked up starting this discussion, but let’s talk. Please.” I tug her from the sofa and sit her at the table. “Let’s go through my paperwork, so you can see the extent of what you’re marrying.”
“It ain’t mine,” she grouses.
“Yes, it is. What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine.”
“Then why your lawyer want you to get a prenup?”
“RangeMan, Lula. The day we marry, the value of my partnership stake is split between us. You would damn near become a partner in RangeMan. The guys love you but ain’t no way.”
Her eyes are big. “Yeah. Bobby said that.”
“Exactly. That’s why the lawyer wants us to talk about money and prenups. I realized we needed to have this talk because I know I’m marrying a proud woman. You gon’ always have your own and you won’t expect to be dependent on me, but we need to talk about these things. After all, we’re renting an apartment now, but what about a house? You want a house? I know we stopped looking but we may change our minds. You need a new car? Your Firebird needs a lot of work done and you gotta admit, you enjoy driving the Escalade. You want to go back to school and I’m willing to pay for it. You OK with that? Sharing household bills?”
Lula’s nodding now. “All those little things that, if we don’t discuss ’em, I’ll feel like a kept woman.”
“Right.” I smile. “And like I said, RangeMan is an issue. I need you to sign away any rights to that. We’re already looking to change the corporate structure on the company, hence my shitty day, but until we do, the guys want that issue removed from consideration. If something should happen to me, you’re taken care of in my will, but . . . ”
“I didn’t build RangeMan so I shouldn’t be allowed to run it.”
Whew. She got it. “Right.”
“Steph?”
What is the fascination with Steph and Ranger? “Baby, why do you always want to know about Steph and Ranger?”
She shrugs. “She’s my best friend, just like Ranger is yours. You mean you aren’t concerned about Ranger’s well-being?”
Well, she got me there. I see her point.
“Besides, right now she’s your employee. What happens if she and Ranger marry? I mean, we having these discussions now, but you know if she and Ranger get their shit straight, Imma be on the phone with her about this same stuff.”
That’s my Lula Bear. Always trying to help but I need to stop this. She gotta understand now.
“Baby, I need you to understand something.” I take her hands and look deep in her eyes. “Ranger and Steph will be the most secretive couple you and I will ever know. Ranger and I have enemies that would love nothing more than to kill us slowly and painfully.”
I clench my jaw and consider how to drive this point home because right now, Lula doesn’t look that scared.
“Do you know why I don’t do a lot of missions?”
“You do missions?”
“Occasionally. Mostly in Africa now. Lula Bear, this entire office is dangerous for me and for you.” She looks confused. I slowly start telling her some basics of my time in Central America, and by the time I’m done she’s swallowing hard and shaking.
“Why’d you open an office in an area that dangerous for you? Shit, we can be kidnapped and at the border in hours! Your enemies could be on the way to this office now.” She’s up looking out of windows and I’m hiding a laugh. She’s starting to get it.
“I opened this office because I’m ready to move closer to home and because I won’t allow personal reasons get in the way of business. This is business but, if you notice, pictures of me, Bobby, Lester, and Ranger aren’t on the website anywhere. If you dig you can find our names listed as partners in the public record, but we set this company up to be secretive. Bobby told you what it fronts for, right?” She nods. “OK, so you understand that I’ll never be in the paper, I’ll never be on the news, I’ll never be a visible, public person. The fact that I’m so well-known in Carencro is about as much exposure as I can take.
So baby, the fact that the RangeMan apartment is our primary residence has to stay secret. I own other property, which we’re about to go over, but none of it is in my name. All our homes, other property, cars, everything we have has to stay a secret. Understood?”
“Yeah …”
“And that’s why you need to start thinking about the fact that not only will you not be able to tell Steph about our homes and apartments, but sometimes I’ll tell you that our very location has to stay secret. Imma have to teach you how to talk in code. Now, technically, the Trenton apartment becomes Les’s when we leave New Jersey permanently, but I’m starting to get the feeling that Ranger will always hold on to that apartment. He and Les will probably work something out about that.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Lula says, looking confused. “The Trenton apartment is Lester’s?”
I nod. “Technically, yeah. We bought NYC and Atlanta, so Les and Bobby went ahead and set up their apartments there, but Ranger and Les split the Boston and Trenton apartments.”
“So, I’ll never be allowed to see where Steph lives?” Lula sounds really hurt and sad. I get up to get her a glass of water.
“I won’t say that. I will say that the decision is Ranger’s to make when he returns. I think he may be persuaded to give a little and allow you up but baby?” I hand her the water. “I gotta tell you, I know my partner. If he thinks, for one minute, that you’ll go searching through his stuff the moment he turns his back, you’ll never make it onto the top floor of any building he controls.”
“He thinks I’d go searching through his shit?” Lula looks outraged but I raise an eyebrow. She blushes and her shoulders slump. “OK, you mighta called that one right.”
“Exactly.” I smirk. “You gotta rein in that curiosity around Ranger. He’s a private man. His first instinct will never be to share. My first instinct is not to share, not to talk, but you’re gonna be my wife. I push myself to tell you the things you need to know. Ranger won’t. He’ll protect you, he’ll honor you as my wife, he’ll always look out for you and he’ll always care, but Ranger is a man who won’t share his personal details. He won’t talk about his personal life. You and Bobby are close now, right?” She nods. “Tell me what you know about Bobby.”
She sits and thinks. Finally, she looks at me in astonishment. “I don’t know a damn thing about him. Hell, I don’t even know how old Bobby is or where he’s from!”
I nod. “Exactly. We’re good at that, not giving away details. It’s a part of our training, a part of our lives.”
Lula slumps in the chair and sniffs. I see the tears rolling down her cheeks and I’m wondering how to stop this.
“It’s just unfair to me,” she says quietly. “I finally feel as if I’m part of yo’ little RangeWorld, like I belong too. Steph was always a part of it. She always knew the men and had access to the building, but not me. I still don’t feel as if I belong here sometimes. I always feel like I’m in the way.”
Ah! OK, this is something I can speak to. “Lula Bear, look at me.” Her lower lip is trembling and I reach over and kiss her. I lean back and wipe away her tears before continuing. “Ranger’s feelings for Steph are deep but complicated, OK? Since that was the newest branch, Ranger was in charge and he dictated policy on the visitors and access.
Since I’m in charge while we bring this one up, you’re the San Antonio version of Steph. The men are getting to know you and they like you. You have access to the building. You’ve been working with Maria since she arrived to make the place nice to work in and fun for the men. They look to see if you’re here when they arrive. I haven’t assigned you bodyguards or put a shadow on you since you spend so much of your time here or in Carencro and when you run around town, you’re in my Escalade and it has tracking.”
I sit back and think about how far I want to go with this. No, this is my wife. I’m gonna be honest.
“The reason Steph was so well known in Trenton is because we were always having to cover her ass when she got in over her head. That’s why all the men know her and like her. They’ve always had to protect her. It made them feel protective of her, like big brothers to her. You didn’t require protection like that. You didn’t have people leaving dead bodies in your apartment or chasing you down.
You curious but you normally smart with it. You didn’t go snooping where you were likely to end up in trouble unless you and her were together. Steph would go off on her own and end up in trouble. If you were in trouble, the two of you were together. See the difference?”
She nods. “Yeah, I had enough of trouble, but Steph stayed in it and we found it when we were together.”
“Exactly. That’s the difference. Now, if you asking me if Ranger likes you, the answer is yes. He does. He just knows you, baby. He knows that if you were allowed into his Trenton apartment you’d get nosy. You’d ask Steph a million questions about what’s gone down between his sheets”–she blushes–”you’d have comments about how it’s decorated, and you’d ‘accidentally on purpose’ start opening drawers and cabinets to take a look. Now, how far off the mark am I?”
“Fuck you.”
“Later.”
She laughs but flips me off.
“Now honestly, do you see Steph doing that here?” I watch her think about it before she shakes her head. “OK. So if you want access to 7 in Trenton, you’re gonna have to wait for Ranger to come back from his mission and you gon’ have to convince him that you won’t be nosy. Otherwise, you’ll never make it past the 6th floor and I’m not going to argue with him about it. That’s his home. I understand his feelings on that and remember: Steph’s gonna have the same restrictions when it comes to us.
I got property and homes in Louisiana I haven’t shown you yet, and Ranger has no idea about them. I got stuff that I still need to show you that you can never even hint you know about, baby. You and Steph will have secrets from each other because Ranger and I have secrets from each other . And think about this: my family has never known the true extent of my holdings.”
Lula’s eyes widen and I nod.
“You’ve been told, time and time again, that they want money from me. You will be the only person in the world to know the extent of what I own.”
“Ranger really doesn’t know?” she asks, surprised.
“The only way Ranger will find out is in the event of my death. He is the executor of my will, with Bobby and Chenae as the backups. If I die, there’s a letter my lawyer is prepared to deliver that will detail all my holdings. I update that listing every time I buy something and hide it under a shell company or in an off-shore account. That’s the only time Ranger will learn the extent of what I own. That means I’m really trusting in you, Lula, not to tell all our business. You gotta keep our lives a secret.
Now, when it comes to the company, I like Steph but my issue is with Ranger.” Lula looks at me in confusion. “Ranger has a tendency to want to take over every building we’re in. Atlanta and NYC are decorated to Bobby’s and Les’s desires , but Boston, which is Les’s branch, looks like Trenton, on Ranger’s aesthetic. It’s not right. I’m having to body check him on that and I know that Les plans to redecorate Boston. The sticking point is Trenton.”
I grab some water and return to the table. “Ranger will want to hold onto the Trenton branch if he and Steph get together because of Steph’s Burg roots. I honestly don’t think Les will care too much about that one. I can see him giving in on that. But you never know. It was supposed to be Les’s. He might decide to take it.”
Lula is silent and I give her a few minutes to think about and accept what I’ve said so far. I’m thinking about what she said, about not feeling like a part of the RangeMan. She’s right. I’m seeing a lot of double standards against Lula that Steph doesn’t or won’t have and I don’t like it. Is that the way we intend to treat all partners’ wives?
Hell, if we extend a partnership to Hector, is that the way we would treat his partner and his family? The top floor apartments? I understand. That’s sacred space and each man will have to make a decision on who he will allow up there. The other floors . . . The XO wives have access to their husband’s buildings as long as they’re there on official business. I’m finding it hard to accept that my wife might not have access to RangeMan buildings and she’s a partner’s wife.
Even though their thoughts aren’t even running in that direction right now, I’m bringing this up with Les and Bobby. I foresee an even split in the partnership. Bobby will side with me about Lula’s access to certain buildings and floors. Les will . . . actually, now that I think of it, I think Les might stand neutral or even side with me. He’s been spending time with Lula since she arrived and he finds all kinds of little projects for her to do. He’s admitted that with proper focus and direction, my wife is an unstoppable force to get things done. San Antonio’s interiors look spectacular because Lula and Maria have taken on the responsibility with Rafe, and if you give Lula a list of tasks to accomplish, she can be done before noon.
Lula sighs heavily and looks at me. “The business? Is that gonna be the same too?”
Takes me a moment to figure out what she means. “Yes. My interest and partnership in the business needs to stay a company matter. The XOs know we’re partners. The top leadership know. The men who have been here longest know. Everyone else?” I shrug. “We don’t hide it but we don’t advertise it either.”
I look at her and I can clearly see she wants to ask but she’s starting to understand. I smile.
“We’ll have to change the reporting structure. She’ll have to report to me, not Ranger, so they can avoid a conflict of interest between them, and contrary to public opinion, I’m Ranger’s partner, not his subordinate. And no, we would not allow Steph to become a partner either. That’s something the entire partnership would have to vote on and allowing one wife to become a partner and not allow the other wives to become partners would be a problem.”
Lula frowns. “That ain’t fair to her.”
Huh? “Explain.”
“I don’t work at RangeMan so I shouldn’t run it. Steph does and you keep saying you want to keep her.” I nod, wondering where Lula is going. “So why you gonna take the possibility of a partnership away from her just because of Ranger? That ain’t fair. If she earns it, let her have it. Make their partnerships separate. She want in? She gotta earn it and pay for it like any other partner but don’t say she can’t just because of Ranger.”
I sit back and look at Lula. She looks fierce about this. I laugh mentally. Steph and Lula. They’ll have each other’s back until the end. I write that down as something to talk about with Les and Bobby. All the partners need to have a discussion about this. I’m Ranger’s primary executor so I know how his will is structured. In the event of Ranger’s demise, Steph inherits his shares in the partnership. I know how strongly Ranger feels about this. He’ll want to ensure Steph’s taken care of, but we need to make sure the company is separate from our personal lives. We need to put that in black and white.
My personal feeling is that it’s not fair, but I see Lula’s point. Steph can be voted on to become a partner just like any other candidate. OK. Imma need to think on that. Something about it just doesn’t seem fair to me but Lula’s right. It’s also not fair to remove Steph’s chance to become a partner because of Ranger.
At any rate, I’m going to change the structure on Ranger. If my wife can’t be a partner through marriage or death, neither can his. I love Steph but that’s not right. Nope. He’ll need to come up with something else. We’ll pay Steph a fair market value for Ranger’s shares but she can’t keep his shares. Besides, at the moment, Steph’s a rich woman if Ranger croaks anyway. Ranger’s worth about $16 million. Bobby’s the richest of the group; he clocks in around $25 million and Les is worth about $22million. Those two don’t have the expenses Ranger and I do (Steph and Julie for Ranger, my family for me).
Sigh. I’ve spent the morning talking about my partner with my woman instead of my finances. Time to switch gears.
I start with the bank accounts and pull my computer to show Lula the current balance in each account. She’s swallowing hard as we go through everything. I move on to the investment accounts, property, and assets and by 11, she’s leaning back and moaning.
“Shit! I’ve never seen this kinda numbers.” She looks at me. “All this is what you’ve accumulated since you left the Army?”
I shake my head. “Momma and Chenae invested my money while I was in, so I was able to buy my share, which was good. After that, we all started investing our money in different things, making sure we diversified. REITs, businesses, stocks, bonds, all kinds of stuff. We have a professional money manager and we watch him like a hawk. He did a good job steering us through the financial crisis, even though we took a hit in the REITs.”
I look at my woman. Her eyes are big and she looks faint.
“Welcome to our world, baby girl. Let’s move on to my debts and liabilities.”
It takes most of the morning to run through my entire financial picture, but at the end of it Lula’s nodding.
“I see why your lawyer wanted us to talk about it. My assets include my Firebird, my checking account and my clothes.”
I smile. “So, let’s talk about how we’re going to move forward.”
By the end of the day, we have a plan. Lula and I will both get lawyers and hash out the prenup. Lula agreed to sign away all interest in RangeMan and give up any rights she might have to it. In exchange, we’ll work out how much I will pay her in alimony and a one-lump sum in the event of a divorce. I’ll also buy her a house, since the RangeMan apartment will be our primary home and she’ll no longer have access to it, and a car, which I’ll replace every five years. Honestly, that was probably the toughest part of the morning, trying to determine how I’ll treat Lula fairly in the event that I fuck up because chances are, it’ll be me who fucks up. Been me fucking up since I slipped that ring on her finger. I gotta do better.
She’s going to go to school but she wants to work somewhere part-time so she feels she’s contributing to the household too. I’m good with that and I suggest we contribute proportionally.
She looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
“So, exactly how would we do that, Tank? Every month, I contribute 50 cents? Your salary is insane.”
“No, technically I don’t have a salary at the moment.” She looks confused. “I live off my end of the year distribution from the company, spread out over 12 months. If we change the legal framework, I will have to take an appropriate salary.”
She looks suspicious. “What’s an appropriate salary?”
“We’re still trying to work that out. Everything’s up in the air right now.”
She narrows her eyes. “You gotta guess. What’s the range?”
Shit! Sigh. Here goes. “Somewhere between $250,000 and $400,000.” With a lot of assumptions … so it’ll probably be higher.
Lula looks at me, coughs, then laughs. She picks up the calculator and does some quick math. “So, $400,000 spread over 12 months is $33K a month. If I’m lucky, I might make that a year.” She laughs until she cries and looks at me. She leaves and comes back with her purse. I watch as she digs through and hands me a dime.
“My monthly contribution to the household. What does that pay for?”
I grin. “What about donating half your salary to charity?” I watch her sit back and consider. “It would help our taxes, first of all. And once you get into social work, you could really help those in need.” I take her hand and kiss her wrist. “You could give to abused women’s shelters, teenage runaway programs, food banks, all of that anonymously. That way people wouldn’t be after you to constantly give them money but you could also work as a social worker, really helping people change their lives.”
Lula is smiling and I know I’ve painted the picture for her. She can see it. Slowly, her smiles drops. “It still means you paying for all our bills.”
I sigh. “Baby, no matter what, I’m gonna bring home more than you. I don’t say that to hurt your feelings. I say it because it’s true. So let’s not fight about it. You don’t have to prove to me that you’re my equal. I already know that.”
Finally, she nods. “OK. I’ll donate my salary to charity. What am I gonna do for money?”
“Use the other half for your ‘mad money’.” I point to one bank account. “This is the account I use for everyday expenses. We’ll pay household expenses from this account.”
Lula looks at me. I can see the question on her face.
“Anything you do with the money from your mad money account is your business. I’ll have one for me.”
She looks at me carefully. Finally, she nods and smiles. “Alright. That sounds right.”
Wonderful. I reach for her. My woman is much better than Tylenol.
“Yo!”
“Yo!”
“Is the CO reviewing San Antonio?”
“I’ve asked her to.”
Random. Ranger doesn’t make calls like this.
“CIO’s a sneaky little shit.”
I smirk. Hector finally told me that he and Ella plan to make Ranger work for Steph’s love. Personally, I was offended until he pointed out that the woman had never been courted. She’s doing all the shit he’d ever want of her but he needs to do something for her. The Cop courted her with pizza and a dog. Ranger confused her. She’s due some care and attention.
Hector may be a sneaky shit but he’s right on that one. It took me years to break through Lula’s defenses. She assumed all men wanted to fuck and leave. The fact that I courted her first left her uneasy. I had to sleep with her (big sacrifice there. Huge. I grin ) before she felt comfortable around me. Sex was something she understood. Tenderness was not.
I wonder what Hector’s plan is. That he won’t speak of. I told him about the psyop last week. I was thoroughly cussed out in Spanish but I see his point. He should have known. He would have been able to move the plan along a lot faster had he known. I called Les to the phone and we went through the details of our psyop. Hector said he’d get started on motivating her to achieve and meet our goals. Les and I grinned; Hector is not known for failure .
“I’m glad you’re taking a quick jerk break but an answer would be good here.”
“Bastard. Wait.” I’m grinning. Idiot. He must miss her and is trying to figure out when he can see her.
I text Hector that I’ve received an inquiry about the CO’s schedule. He tells me to find a polite way to tell the CCO to stuff it. I grunt. I’m going to laugh my ass off about that later then tell him to give me a real answer. Ranger’s trying. Make it happen.
“Not sure. I’ll make inquiries.”
“Wedding planning?”
This is why Ranger is my boy. I know he doesn’t want details but he does want to know the important stuff.
“May. Black and baby blue. No alcohol. We’re talking about wills and prenups and a change in the corporate structure.”
“Oh?” I sense his confusion.
“Current LLC agreement makes no provision for spouses. My partnership is community property the day I marry. Having to look at my will too. At the moment, she inherits everything, including my shares. I’m not the only man facing this, but my wife will be an interesting addition to the company if changes aren’t made.”
I hear Ranger thinking about what I’ve said. I know he’s stuck now. He likes Lula but under no circumstances does she join RangeMan. I love my fiancée but I wouldn’t hire her. Well actually, maybe I would, for admin stuff. That’s what she’s been doing here lately and she’s a force. So he understands my meaning. Either he changes his will or our partner meetings are going to be very interesting.
“Threat?”
“Promise. Interesting dilemma the CL brought up. Currently the CO is set to inherit quite a bit. Should she do so, and turn around and marry her ex, he becomes a partner.”
I’m sure Ranger is mentally shitting himself over that possibility. Morelli as a RangeMan partner? We’d kill him first.
“Interesting point. Shitty dilemma. Changes should be made.”
Ranger can be made to change his mind quickly, if you have the right leverage. “Any ideas?”
“1. Change the operating agreement. Unmarried partners required to get a prenup and future spouse required to sign a waiver of their future interest in the business. Fail to do so, must cash out. 2. Add a ban against the transfer of shares without the unanimous approval of the other partners and the right of the partners to purchase the shares. 3. Partnership has to be offered and any shares inherited to be cashed out and paid at 50% of the value of last distribution. 4. Create Buy/Sell Agreement.”
Damn! “You’ve considered this?”
“For the past four years.”
Interesting. He planned to make Steph sign a prenup. Never would have considered it. “The research is . . . ?” I know he’s already done it if he can rattle that off.
“Shared drive. Future Planning. 2050 folder.”
Amusing. Perfect. Exactly what I wanted. “You think all partners are prepared for that?”
“Yes.”
“Last thing. Thinking of offering to the CIO.”
“Agreed.”
“Dissolves operating agreement.”
“No. Operating agreement is private to partners. Change at will. Articles of Incorporation will have to changed and be filed. Anything else?”
Well damn. I could have saved myself the headache and just called him. See? This is the crap he knows, not me. “S-election?”
“Tricky.” Ah. “More paperwork.” HAHAHA! Trying to avoid getting chained to a desk, huh Ranger? “We’ll have to hold scheduled meetings, keep written meeting minutes.” We do that anyway. “CS gets hit by double taxation.”
“Just CS? Not company?”
“Company is based in FL. File multiple state tax returns and take the credits in state of residence. CS is NY resident plus NYC will levy additional taxes. Screwed. Possibly CIO, NJ resident. CL, Georgia resident. They can’t deduct. Not fair. Florida and Texas don’t have state income tax. CEO and COO file nothing, take credits from every other state.”
Ah … How in the hell does he keep this shit straight? Then again, I know the SSN and birthday of every employee in the company. Every man has a niche. He sounded smug saying that and I realize that this fucker hasn’t been paying state income taxes for years. Damn! I think about that. That’s gonna be nice.
“Think LLC with C-election. The legal framework is different from the IRS taxation requirements. If we change up, C all the way.”
Shit! New wrinkle. I hope that folder contains something on that. “Double taxation.”
“On distributions. Pay decent salary, may not need distributions. Pro? Deduct more employee expenses, like health care and 401(k) matches. Not assessed full amount of self-employment taxes. Florida corporate tax rate is 5.5% Con? Paperwork. Think it over.” Click.
Fuck. I need Tylenol. Lula? Where are you, baby?
