Kit pored over the numerous calculations and scribbles on the garage paperwork, pausing only to take a sip of coffee or double-check her work. Reaching the final product, however, she realized the projected numbers and what was on the page did not quite match. She sighed in exasperation, ready to go back through and start from the beginning, when she spotted an invoice she had overlooked poking its little head up from underneath the corner of an old receipt. "Well, well, how did you get here?"
Not one to complain over finding lost gold, she added in the missing paperwork and got her hopes up a little too soon, for no sooner did she carry a few extra numbers over from her previous result, than she discovered the addition merely deducted another sum of 100 off the business tax payments, thus increasing the amount owed to those government sods. After all was accounted for, the remainder was the garage's net profit, and the numbers looked small, leaving an otherwise short pay week for Ricky, mainly.
At this rate, they'd have to cut back hours at the garage just to save money. She wasn't about to short her only employee, and, fortunately Ricky wasn't normally one to ask questions about money since she paid him under the table, so Kit took a couple hundred out of her cut and stuffed it into the envelope she had set aside for his pay week. At least, then, he'd have just about as much money as she pocketed. He probably won't even notice the difference, if I don't say anything. The parts for the bird, however inexpensive and simple, were just going to have to wait until next week.
Closing up shop downstairs by turning off the "Open" sign outside the garage, she left the door open and headed up to the apartment to change into something clean for her next job.