Meet Me at the Warehouse (Patreon Extreme)
"you know, i've always been curious how an accountant like you got such a round butt," the canine said with a grin, admiring the black furred backside. "you're fucking sick!" trevor snarled and hissed.
August 2015
I will be using fursona names only in this account and so here goes.
Jeremy: Chapter Nine: Physical Evidence
It would be for almost the remainder of his patomes account. he paused and listened for any intruders. seeing and hearing nothing he triggered the command.
Jeremy: Chapter Six: Moving Right Along
He was closing in on a hundred thousand units stored in his patomes account by the end of the day. it made him wonder how big that much would make him. he hadn't added his entire account to himself in months. that night the house seemed a lot emptier.
Intern-Fu
He'd wondered why a lowly intern had been given the prestigious account. well, now he knew. someone to offer up on a platter if the account went wrong. he stood and nodded. "absolutely, mr. hoan."
Fox in a Wolf pack, Ch 3
He was instantly met by the manager and he demanded to see the balance for the community account and to open an account for me.
The Wolves of Gryning: A Vixen's Tale Pt. III
"i am helping her fashion a new account." "have we need of a new account? i thought we'd written all the histories thus far."
Going Concerns (Chapter 1)
I'm an accountant." "you're just as much of a detective as i am." "i saw what was going on _because_ i'm an accountant, and i noticed discrepancies upper management was missing." he rested his elbows on the counter.
TFA! The Second Round-Weaving The Twine Of Courage
**We now return to your heavenly-sounding opera.** * * * Disgust. Loathing. Even more disgust. These plauged my very being like Mandibuzz gnawing on a corpse for food. And I couldn't help it. That night she came back...I lashed at her like she were...
Climbing the Corporate Ladder Chapter One
Anyone who had the account information would of been able to find the mistake." the bear shook his head. "oh no, son. you see, the person who usually handles that account is normally my personal accountant/assistant!"
The Embezzler
"i-in an account....at the b-b-burrow heights bank," stephenson said. stapleton opened a drawer and took out a notepad and pencil. "the account number?" he asked casually. "1864-313009," the groundhog said. "it's in my name."
A Barbaric Party!
Most of the desks had been cleared away to make room for an easy space for the gathering, and most of the various clerks, accountants, and the lawyer or two that they hired were there.