March is, was, and, if possible, will continue to be the beginning of the end for the winter season, at least in a more normal world as is; but, what many don't understand is that it's also the start for people to take their income records seriously at least in the west: America, by and large, is especially known for its reputable yet infamous of methods through obtaining revenue, to the point of causing controversy.
Enter Deirdre Beaubeirdre, a woman whose face and occupation is a sign of having seen better days, at least as far as she was concerned; even now, she couldn't stand to see how much and how many people would come in to peddle their wares, irregardless of the veracities: all that mattered to her was to survive the workday and to do so, everything would've to go in order for both her and the clientele too.
In this case, she meets Elliot Alderson, a high ranking member of GolfCorp whom has moved out of New York City in search of a new life: along with him, albeit unseen, his wife, their dog, a new subsidiary, and, in his grasp, a surplus of toys, mostly straight out of Generation 4; needless to say, resale value ain't got nothing on whatever taxes are to be inflicted come the ides of March, a date which Rome lived in infamy.
An entry for the A Thousand Words Contest III in the Experimental category.