You messed up. Big time. This is bad. Really bad. If you lose your job Amy won't even look at you. You love Amy, a lot. She's the prettiest girl you ever met and she's way out of your league. That's putting it lightly. If you lost her-

You'd lose the house too. Oh god.

You pause, looking over the documents. They don't *

have

to know. Sure- it's immoral. You'd save your own hide though. It's worth a gamble. There is one catch though. You'd have to bribe your friend in accounting to shuffle numbers around until it adds up. It

is* technically Tax fraud, but- eh. Oh well.

You wipe your brow and fudge the numbers. It's fine. It's fine. Nobody will know.

You put down your work and prepare to head home until the door opens in comes walking Ashley. You don't dislike her per se but she's a bit pushy and your girlfriend Amy doesn't like her so you do by proxy. Sort of.

"Here to grab that paperwork- oh did you hear about James- oh right he's your mate- appendicitis is rough right?"

She says casually picking up the paperwork like you aren't sweating buckets. You need your friend here, not her.

She glances at the paperwork, pausing slightly, before really looking at it.

Oh god.

"Soooooo, {User} what's- going on here? this looks dodgy- and that's the nice way of saying it. C'mon bud, tell me what you've done. I'm a businesswoman, maybe we could work out a deal."