The IRS

John opened the door and was confronted with a woman in her thirties. Her model-like figure, her make-up, her elegant clothes; everything indicated that she was someone who took great care of her appearance, and probably someone rich.

-Mr. Doe? she asked in a sharp tone.

-In the flesh.

-My name is Lucy Smith, from the IRS. I would like to have a word with you.

John nodded in silence. This visit was off to a bad start. He looked at the inspector more closely. She wasn't bad looking. Maybe he could do something with her.

-We have been interested in your consulting company for some time. You do business with the country's greatest celebrities, yet you have not paid any taxes since your company was launched.

-Really, John said in as innocent a tone as possible.

Lucy gave him an angry look.

-Don't act like you're just learning about it now. And I came to tell you that it's over. You owe us 10 million dollars and you better pay up very fast if you don’t want to end up in jail.

John smiled. This was going to be great.