It's a rich man's game no matter what they call it (Jazalea)

Throughout September, Jake and Azalea had kept up with their understanding, as Jake had come to call it. From the first week, the two of them had taken to spending more and more time together, finding a routine with the children, each other. And... it worked. Whatever it is they were doing, it worked. Jake had found the same balance he'd had before the summer holidays, and it... it felt good to have Azalea around again.

The children were happy to have her back, too, for as much as they liked Clara, Azalea had been much more of their favourite. Their reasoning might not have always been the clearest, but the two children seemed to be more... at peace with Azalea around.

Which had shown when the witch had managed to get the children back to school on the Wednesday. The email she'd sent to the Headmistress on Tuesday morning, and the conversation she'd had to get both children back to school the following day had been a godsend, not just for his schedule, but Azalea's. Something he'd thanked her for quite thoroughly that evening after the children had gone to bed.

His own luck had not been quite so good with the problem solving, though. The call with the accountants on Tuesday lunch time when he'd gotten back from another raid had been fruitless. Nobody could tell him what money HMRC had been referring to. Nobody seemed to want to explain what they had to do. He had to send them a copy of the letter for them to look at before they could advise what he should do -- and the fact he didn't have it with him at the office was not their fault, apparently. Frustrated, Jake had had to leave the conversation where it was until he got home just after seven that evening.

Apologetic for his lateness, Azalea had pretended to be stern with him for all of two seconds before she noted the scratch above his brow, and concern had taken over. The raid had been a little bit hands on, and an errant piece of glass had caught Jake in the days proceedings. He hadn't thought much of it -- it was only a scratch, but Azalea had insisted she take care of it, and that he sit down whilst she hurried to get the first aid kit from the bathroom. By the time she'd come back, Jake was halfway through his story of defeating the 'baddies' to the children -- Adrienne much more intrigued than her brother -- which only earned him a look that he shouldn't be telling the children these things, especially so close to bed time. Neither 'telling off' had really worked, but with the alcoholic wipe drawing a soft gasp of pain from the Auror, the witch looked as if that had been payment enough.

Jake's paperwork had gone through shortly after for the accountants, and he'd left them with the message of contacting him when they had more news. An acknowledgement and promise to contact him in due course was provided the next day.

No update came in a week.

Or two.

Adrienne's eighth birthday had come the week after, and the small party on the Thursday night with the child's friends had left both Jake and Azalea chasing around ten eight year olds around the pool in the garden, for a few hours until their parents picked them up. Jake had missed the looks from the other mum's as they took in Azalea's presence by his side, too caught up in keeping everything else in shape.

September had given way to October, and nothing had really changed. The children had grown accustomed to Azalea's presence, and they had explained that Azalea went to see her family over the weekend, which was why she wasn't around. The children had accepted that, Ivan becoming more trusting that Azalea would return on a Monday after she did just that week after week.

Neither adult truly knew what they were doing, what this new normal was, but it was working out. It could have been better, of course it could, but until they -- or Azalea -- made a decision to change it, they were happy enough.

Even if they had to go careful around the children -- something that was becoming increasingly more difficult, the more Jake grew comfortable with having Azalea around. He'd caught himself gently nuzzling the witch's neck as she washed the dishes one too many times before a call of 'daddy' or 'Zay-lea' would break them apart, and they would go to find Adrienne and Ivan.

Early in October, though, another letter had come through from HMRC.

A reminder, that they expected a response by the end of the month as no contact had been made with them yet.

Jake had called them on his lunch break on the Wednesday of that week, asking what in Merlin's name they were doing. They'd had the letter for over a month now, and nothing had been done. The accountant tried to ensure him that they were working solidly on his case, but when Jake kept repeating that no contact had been made, they relented. With an unclear picture of what was going to happen in the coming weeks, Jake had been left without an answer.

Wednesday October 6, 2027 -- 13:40pm
Accountants are still being useless. Done nothing. Can you ask your dad, or someone, for their accountant's number, please? Hope you're having a good day! See you later xx

Turning his phone back to mute, Jake took in the picture of the five of them from the Valentine's Day Ball at Hogwarts with a small smile before he tucked it back in his locker. Attention turning back to work, Jake made his way to his desk to file the reports from the work he'd completed that week with a sigh. Paperwork really was the worst part of the job, but it had to be done.

Roll on five o'clock, and his return to Azalea and the children.

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September flew by in a blur for Azalea, the witch being busier than ever before. Her position as Head of Slytherin House not only meant she was teaching everything but also has to be available for additional consulting hours for every matter pertaining to her House. thankfully, Nikolai and Mimosa were both diligent enough in their prefect duties to offer her some reprieve and the young Mr. Kessler seem to understand that her knowledge of Quidditch need no be taken into account when it came to decisions of the House Team. All she really needed to know was that Slytheirn kept winning matches.

Jake and Azalea had taken to sharing duties when it came to the children. With the Auror working three days a week at the Ministry, Azalea had taken charge of picking up the kids from school on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays. On Tuesdays, they would do it together while on Friday, Jake would do it on his own while Azalea headed for Wales.

If Joshua Murray had noticed his girlfriend growing distant over the coming weeks, he had not said so. More often than not finding the witch with Ethan or engrossed in her studies, he would coax her to him and she would succumb as enthusiastically as she could. Nothing in Josh's mannerism had changed. he was still as thoughtful and considerate as he'd always been.

Only Azalea had changed, and sometimes she wondered if he could tell it too.

Azalea lived for Mondays now, even if it meant leaving Ethan behind. Because on Mondays she returned to Hogwarts and on Monday evenings, to the Newbury house. The modest house in Surrey was her true haven these days, a chaotic place with children running around and Jake sitting across from her in the kitchen likely doing soemthing he shouldn't. The way his presence made her entirely face light up was undeniable and even the children were slowly starting to pick up on it.

Adrienne in particular had been very astute in her observation that "Zay-Lea slept in daddy's bed last night", following up her own statement with "Did you have a nightmare, Zay-Lea? I sleep with Daddy too when I have them, he's good at chasing them away". Ivan had remained quite through his sister's reasoning but he hand't been upset at least. Continued exposure to the witch had settled him down somehow.

Her first sign of how much trouble Jake was really in came close to Adrienne's birthday party. The accountants not doing their work was a frequent enough topic of conversation between the two but when Jake admitted he had exhausted whatever cash was lying around the house and what he had felt comfortable borrowing, the brunette finally understood what "accounts frozen" mean.

Jake couldn't use his cards.

Promptly, the witch had reached for per purse, pulled out her wallet and grabbed the first few cards she could reach. "Here, use these until yours get fixed."

And thus Adrienne's eight birthday party had gone off without a hitch. Or as smoothly as it could with a dozen eight year olds running, screaming, swimming and smearing birthday cake all around. Typical of the child, Adrienne had not wanted a princess or castle theme, instead asking to be a pirate complete with a peg leg and eye patch. Jake had rented a small pirate ship for the occasion and placed it by the pool, ready to give children rides. All of the photos had Adrienne beaming in her ship captain's hat as she was surrounded by her friends and family.

And during the nights, Azalea found natural sleep in the Auror's arms. Her sleeping potion hadn't been refilled in weeks now, there was no need. Every day after an evening of looking after the children, she collapsed into him again and again, and he received her with equal fervor until they were both blissfully asleep. Long gone was the shyness around his rooms and possession, a small collection of her clothes now took space in his wardrobe, an extra toothbrush by his sink and her special shampoo and perfume accused his bathroom. Azalea had almost everything she would need for her Constantine sleepovers.

Everything except a clear conscience, and she was tingeing very good at suppressing that.

"Azalea dear, have you lost weight?" Amanda's question permeated her thoughts as the Charms teacher entered the staff room. Azalea, who had been in the midst of filing away some completed student papers, looked over to the blonde with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't think so," she answered honestly as her phone pinged. She hadn't been eating less or exercising any more than usual lately. Her only regular dose of exertion was... The brunette lowered her face, hoping Amanda didn't see the pink slowly spreading cross it.

"Well, whatever it is, it's working. You look ah-mazing," Amanda complimented, siting down heavily at her own desk. "I would know, I've been trying to drop half a stone for three years now. It's so difficult with children you know. Once you have them, there's no gong back to a size-"

"Excuse me," the Potion Mistress interrupted, motioning to her phone. "I've got to take this." Glad of a reason to get away from her colleague, Azalea stepped out into the hallway to check her phone. Jake's name lit up her screen making the witch smile softly to herself.

Accountants are still being useless. Done nothing. Can you ask your dad, or someone, for their accountant's number, please? Hope you're having a good day! See you later xx

Sure, the witch texted back quickly before calling up her phone book. Locating it's number, the witch hit dial, only to be greeted by a voice message telling her that she had reached Kit but he was probably busy so she should try some other time. Frustrated, the witch tried again, only to get he same result.

Where was dad these days?

Wondering who else to call, the witch scrolled through her phone book, pausing on Josh.... He probably had very good accountants given the size of his estate. And they would be very helpful to Jake. But could she really mislead him int helping someone who.... Shaking her head, Azalea scrolled up again, coming to a stop at a name who would be almost as helpful as her dad.

And who had an estate even larger than Joshua Murray's.

Knowing seh would talk herself out of it if she thought about it too much, Azalea sent off a quick text:

"Hey, sorry to text out of the blue. I wondering if you had a minute."

Five minutes later, her phone screen lit up with the telltale PRIVATE NUMBER, making her grin.

Once she had explained to Jacques Clement what kind of trouble her friend was in, he had promised to pass along a number he guaranteed would help. Jacques had also very kindly suggested her friend not worry about the payment as this contact worked for the palace full time and was always adequately compensated.

Shortly after they had hung up, her phone pinged again with a new contact.

Alexander Quinn.

Azalea was just about to forward it to Jake when a second text arrived with another contact.

Annagramma Hawkeye - in case the first number is unreachable.

The witch send both numbers along to Jake before returning to the staff room where, mercifully, Amanda had distracted herself with asking about Greyson's dating life.

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Five o'clock had come around much too slowly, if Jake was honest. By the time he'd finalised the paperwork, and attending the day's debriefing, he felt like he'd worked a twenty hour shift. After collecting all his belongings from his locker, and putting his badge back in place until next week, the man had been ready to apparate home when he'd been clapped on the back by his colleague.

"She over tonight?"

"You know she is." Jake replied with a laugh.

"Mm-mm! Lucky man!" Trey commented in return, opening up his own locker. "Back to my ma tonight for me. Ain't the same." The man continued on, shaking his head at the luck of his fellow Auror. For a time, the two of them had bonded over the fact they weren't getting any, refuting the jokes from their colleagues and banding together. Now, though, Try kept that spot warm all by himself.

"She still cooks you a good meal, though!" Jake pointed out, and both men laughed before Jake bid him good night. Pulling his phone from his jacket pocket, Jake checked the messages. The single worded reply from Azalea wasn't a surprise, he'd found out early on that his messages had been deleted from her phone almost as soon as she replied. The one word had been enough to let him know she was working on it for him. The two contacts that followed did not ring any bells. They were both names of people, as well, not firms, which made Jake a little bit curious.

There wasn't time to call now, though, so the man simply moved to the Entrance of the Ministry, and as soon as he'd stepped out of the toilet block entrance, he'd apparated back to Surrey. The house was abuzz with the usual pre-dinner excitement from the children. His being on time was likely a welcome break as he entered with Adrienne running around singing loudly about going on a bear hunt. "Hey you!" Jake called as his daughter zoomed through the hallway. He caught her mid step and brought her up for a cuddle.

"DADDY!"

The excited squeal went through Jake, making his eyes go slightly wide. "Have we had sugar?" Jake asked, and Adrienne nodded a little too fervently.

"No!" She then added, obviously remembering the secret she was supposed to have kept for Azalea, and forgotten about.

"Come on, let's settle down, it's almost dinner time." Jake told her, and the little witch relented, instead cuddling in to him. "How was your day?" Jake asked as he moved through the lounge, ruffling Ivan's hair with a soft 'alright?', to which the boy replied positively and turned back to his book.

"Good! Azalea picked us up again, and we came home, and we played lots and lots and lots!"

"And what about school?" Jake asked as he entered the kitchen, finding Azalea checking the dinner. "Hey."

"School was booooooooring." Adrienne replied in the exact same manner she did every day. "Can I get down now?"

"Yeah, off you go." Jake replied, setting Adrienne down who went streaking back to the lounge again without a second glance. "I'm guessing you've had your hands full this afternoon?" He asked, to which Azalea had agreed, a little tiredly. Stepping forth, Jake had gently brushed a kiss to her lips in thanks, before turning back to the children. "Right, come on you two, what are we playing?"

Until dinner was ready, Jake had taken the burden of the children from Azalea, tiring Adrienne out of her sugar enthused high until she couldn't keep up the energy levels much more. Ivan had been more talkative about school, explaining what he'd learned in history that day, and then continuing on about his maths work, that was supposed to be for a fourteen year old. Jake had told him once again how proud he was, and looked over the maths that was... quite honestly beyond him.

Dinner had been an easy affair, with both children eating their dinner without a fuss.

Bath time had been a little bit more taxing as Adrienne grew tired, but both of the adults had managed to negotiate through the trials of an overtired eight year old. Shortly after seven, Jake had excused himself to make the call to the contact Azalea had forwarded.

The first number had gone through to a voicemail.

Jake had briefly explained that he'd been given the number, and that he had an issue with HMRC that he needed help with. Not knowing what else to say, he'd hung up.

The second number had been... very different.

The woman on the other end of the phone had been weird. There was no two ways about that. When he'd explained who he was, in the normal manner you would upon calling a random number, Annagramma Hawkeye had asked 'who?' at the end. Jake had paused for a moment, uncertain how to continue. After, he'd asked for Alexander Quinn. 'Oh, you mean Alex?' 'Yes...' 'He's not here at the moment.'

Jake had been more than confused by this.

"Can you give him a message for me?"

"You seem like a green kind of person."

"Pardon?"

"Green."

"Okay... can you ask Alex to call me, when he's free?"

"Call Mr Green."

"Newbury."

"Who's that?"

Jake had given up at that point, and after a quick thank you, he'd rung off.

At that point, the man had returned to Azalea and the children, settling in with them for the remainder of the evening. Whoever had given Azalea those numbers, Jake didn't feel like she'd been given numbers of people who would actually help, but he didn't... know how to tell her that.

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The rest of her work day had been pretty standard. Classes, revision sessions for OWL and NEWT students (Mimosa seemed remarkably unconcerned about her exams, but then again the child was a good student as evidenced by the giant trophy she took home every year) and lastly, a trip tot eh Greenhouse. All too happy to take over temporary duties as Herbology Professor, he witch also visited the place for personal reasons.

Like the thing hissing under the trapdoor she had been unable to open. Despite having summoned the groundskeeper with a giant wrench. At this point, the brunette had given up hope that the trapdoor would ever open. No she simply sat by it and sometimes talked to the hissing underneath, wishfully thinking she heard a reply sometimes.

"I'm going to go pick up the kids now," she informed the trap door with its broken brass ring. No reply came.

"What, no critique? You were so noisy the other day when I asked if I was doing the right thing."

Silence again.

"I'll be back in a few days."

Finally a soft rustle as she left, though the witch couldn't be sure if she had heard it or imagined it.

Picking up Ivan and Adrienne from school was both easy and fun. By now she knew all the mommies in the pick up lane as well as all teachers on duty for the different days of the week. It wasn't uncommon now for her to be greeted by "Hi Mrs. Newbury" and "Bye Mrs. Newbury" as she piled the kids in the back of her minivan, juice boxes ready and waiting in their upholders.

The fifteen minute drive home was protocol by now, Adrienne telling her all the non academic tihngs that had happened while Ivan, slower to divulge, spoke of what he had learned. As a treat for the children, she had picked up mini doughnuts for after school snacks, though her mistake had been leaving the place with them for a few minutes after telling them they could have one. Five minutes later, Azalea had returned with a bout of laundry to find icing all over the youngest Newbury's face and at least three more doughnuts missing then there aught to be.

"Adrienne did it" Ivan tattled immediately though there was no need to. Other than the sugar all over his sister's face, her tiny body was almost vibrating in place, a clear sign of going into a sugar high.

"Adrienne," the older witch tried to admonish. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I like doughnuts!" the child squealed before jumping up off her chair and bounding around the room. "I like doughnuts!!!!"

It took some doing to get her tot eh bathroom and wipe down ehr face but there was no shedding the sugar high. Finally, Azalea decided to let her run around, the child would tire herself out eventually.

"Come o guys, homework before dad gets home," she instructed, boiling potatoes for the night's dinner. The recipe book she had found in Jake's kitchen was full of his mother's favorite foods. Whether she had left it for him or forgotten it here, Azalea couldn't know. She did however get plenty of use out of it. "Nanny's famous steaks and potatoes for dinner tonight."

And by the time Jake made his way home, the homework was indeed finished.Ivan's done to excellent standards while Adrienne's handwriting a little messy as her fingers moved a little too quickly from her sugar rush. The witch smiled as he came into the kitchen to give her a quick kiss before taking on the children again while she sorted dinner. The routine she had told herself to be wary of when they had started was fast becoming addictive. And Azalea id not have it in her to object.

Dinner, cartoons, wash up and bedtime all passed without incident. Adrienne's bedtime story for forgone for how tired she was but Azalea had offered one to Ivan who had refused on the ground that he was too old. The boy had asked if she would hang around for a bit, and Azalea had, just sitting quietly by his bed as Jake went to shower and change.

"You and dad will pick us up tomorrow?"

"It's Thursday, so that's the plan."

"And then Friday you'll go see your family."

"I will, but I'll be back Monday."

That seem to put whatever fears he had to rest. Wishing her good night, he rolled over, signalling he was ready to sleep.

Azalea found Jake just coming out ft he shower when she entered the entered bedroom, his joke of needing a second shower following her into the bathroom. Her own cleansing ritual took twenty minutes and by teh time she merged in one of Jake's T shirts, he was ready and waiting.

As was becoming normal now, Azalea had fallen asleep in his arms, oblivious to the world as the sounds of his heartbeat carried her off to sweet unconsciousness.

Her eyes opened unexpectedly in the dark, almost as if she'd been jolted awake. Confused as to where she was and who had disturbed ehr, the witch looked felt around for Jake, only to find the bed empty. On impulse, her body shot up in a siting position.

Jake was gone.

Her heart was beating fast by the time she heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. Her panic strike eyes roaming around the room until they landed on a small, lit screen.

Trying to calm down and give herself something to do, she reached for the source of the light. Jake's phone, while in silent, was ringing nonetheless with an unknown number. Noting the time to be a little after four in the morning, Azalea side the call receive tab and hit speaker phone.

"Hello?"

"Am I speaking to Mr... Miss Newbury?"

"It was a man, Alex, he was Green."

"Mr." Azalea confirmed groggily. "I mean, this is his phone."

"Hello, yes, this is Alex Quinn. Mr. Newbury gave Anna a call earlier."

"You know Alex, it's probably really early wherever Green man is."

"Oh Gosh, why didn't you say so- I'm sorry, I'm here with Ms. Hawkeye. She's just reminded me. We're in China, and I just got done for the day. I thought it best to not delay the all as Mr. Newbury sounded anxious."

"Oh, you must be Jacques' friend."

"I am employed by the Clements, yes."

"Please hold on, Jake is almost here." Just as she spoke, the bathroom door opened, revealing a sleepy Auror.

"Jake, Alex Quinn on the phone," she informed as he made his way to bed, taking the phone from her extended hand.

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Tiptoeing around in the middle of the night. That was a new thing that had become normal in the last month when he found himself needing the bathroom in the middle of the night. Tonight's game of 'don't wake Azalea' as he slowly got out of bed had gone well, she hadn't stirred. From there, it was a quick dash to the bathroom to relieve himself, then he would be right back.

The water had come out cold as he washed his hands, all but waking him up entirely as Jake moved to the hand towel to dry them off. Padding lightly back towards the door, the man had readied his creeping skills to get back in to bed.

Only to find Azalea sat bolt upright in bed.

His phone in her hand.

Confusion touched the man's features for a moment.

"Jake, Alex Quinn on the phone,"

"Oh," Jake breathed, moving across to the bed, and taking his phone from her outstretched hand. "Hello," Jake answered, clearing his throat a moment later because his vocal chords were not quite awake yet.

"Mr Newbury? Alex Quinn. My... Anna told me you'd called earlier, and I received your voice mail. I thought I'd better give you a call back as you sounded anxious on the phone. Is now a good time?" The voice on the other end of the phone asked, though both men probably knew the answer to that already, the polite offer still came.

"Now's fine, you can call me Jake." Jake replied, pulling the blanket over his legs because October was not quite forgiving of only wearing a pair of boxers to bed.

"So, from what I can gather, you're being investigated by HMRC."

"That's right." Jake replied, before elaborating. "They seem to think that I've been moving significant sums in to offshore accounts."

"Have you?"

Jake paused at the question, almost sure that he had been clear in his wording to show that HMRC had it all wrong. Apparently not?

"Mr Newbury, sorry, Jake, I'm not accusing you. Many of my clientele use... not so clever accounting techniques before they bring me on board, and try to pretend they're innocent. I understand why people do it -- it doesn't work -- and that's part of my job, to rectify, move and save people taxes where I can. I'm not working for HMRC and trying to trip you up."

"I genuinely haven't done what they've suggested." Jake replied, feeling a little bit more at ease with the frank mannerisms of the man on the other side of the phone.

"Okay, good." Alex Quinn replied, sounding pleased with the news. "Now, HMRC don't usually bring up investigations like this without relative cause, so that is going to take some looking in to. What is it you do, Jake?"

"I teach, and I'm an Auror..." Jake replied, his brain not fully engaged in what was going on because it was too earlier.

"Your business..."

"Oh... umm..." Jake looked across at Azalea, feeling more than a little... embarrassed that he couldn't directly answer that question. "Well... I had savings from my Quidditch career, which I put in to a pot, and... well, I never really understood, but my agent got me a fund manager who's supposed to make the money sustain itself."

"Hmm, okay. This is still with a fund manager now?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have annual accounts completed for this?"

"Yes."

"Do you have copies of these accounts?"

Jake hesitated.

"Can you obtain copies of the accounts for me, Jake? For the last four years to begin with, HMRC normally used the four year rule, but they could go back further if they need to." Alex explained through the phone.

"I can ask the accountants today." Jake confirmed.

"Do you keep copies of the bank statements?"

"I can get them from my online account."

"Who has access to your account -- the fund managers and you?"

"Yes." Jake replied, rubbing at his shoulder that had a light ache in it.

"Great. Now, I will need you to send me the accounts and the bank statements as soon as possible, together with all correspondence you've received from HMRC. Does email work for you?" Alex asked, and Jake agreed. "I'll send you my email address once we've finished the call. If you can send the correspondence across first, I'll call HMRC upon receipt to discuss the situation at hand, you said end of this month, right? Okay, I'll negotiate a little more time on the basis that your previous accountants have done nothing thus far, and instigate myself as your agent with them instead.

"Once I have copies of the accounts, I will do what is called a small audit of the figures input to check them for reliability. This is something I always do when I don't prepare the accounts, in case anything flags early to me." Alex continued on, though Jake couldn't pretend he understood what was being said to him in that moment. "If that flags nothing, then I will have to work through the bank statements to see if there is anything that sticks out. Do you have any accounting software, Jake?"

"I..."

"Can you ask your accountants if they have anything they keep your records on. If so, I will need a copy, or access to the system. Give them my email address, they'll know what to do." Alex explained, and Jake nodded to himself before remembering Alex Quinn couldn't see him and instead confirmed he would do that. "That should be everything for now, but I'll send you regular updates with what I have found, or what I'm doing so that you're always in the loop. Do you have any questions?"

Once more, Jake looked across to Azalea to see if she had anything. The witch just shook her head in reply, either because she was just as baffled as he was, or because she didn't have anything to add, Jake couldn't say.

"No, I think that's it, thank you." Jake replied to the man.

"Great, I look forward to working with you." Alex replied, before adding. "Jake Newbury... of Moose Jaw Meteorites, and the US?"

"Uh... yeah, but that was a long time ago." Jake replied with a soft laugh. One that was echoed by the man on the other side of the phone.

"Few good seasons you had, though. But, anyway, I'll let you get back to sleep. I'll be in touch."

"Okay, bye-"

"He's definitely green."

The call cut off after that, and Jake sat looking at his phone for a moment. HMRC correspondence, accounts, bank statements. For now. The phone lit up in Jake's hand with the number that had just called. An email address had been sent via the message, but it could wait. Reaching over to put it on the bedside, Jake then turned his attention back to Azalea.

"Thank you for answering that for me." Jake told her, settling back down in to the pillows, and drawing her back to his side. Pressing a kiss to the witch's forehead, Jake let out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes. "Hopefully he'll be more useful than mine have been." The comment was a given, Alex Quinn had already been more productive in that short call than his own accountants had been, but... then, that wasn't exactly hard.

A conversation didn't strike up though as the two of them settled back in for sleep, knowing that the problem that had been hanging over them for the last month might... possibly be getting a solution coming it's way soon.

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