“Okay, do you have your receipts for those purchases?” Daniel asks, looking up from a pile of papers on my kitchen table to look at me.
I look down, shuffling through the different stapled packets. “It should be here somewhere.”
“Then we’ll put that with this information here and include that information into the case once we explain the whole situation.”
Nodding, I find the packet I’m searching for. “Got it!” I stand up and hand it over.
“Great!” Daniel smiles, chipper as usual. “And then I also grabbed both of your tax returns from the PDFs you sent me from last year.”
I groan. “That must have taken forever to go through.”
“Honestly, it wasn’t too bad. I’ve seen much worse in similar situations.”
Daniel is very sweet. I’m we
