Shameless AF: Dad of the Damn Multiverse

Chapter 59: Calling in Reinforcements

Officer Eddie might not have managed his family well, but he was a responsible man. This was evident from how he chose to live in the basement instead of moving out, prioritizing his family.

If Eddie had moved out and stopped supporting Sheila and Karen, he could have lived comfortably. Instead, he spent most of his money on his family, paying Karen's school fees, leaving him no choice but to stay in the basement.

Eddie's insurance beneficiaries were listed as Karen, reflecting his love for his child and simplifying the inheritance process for Frank and the others, avoiding unnecessary complications.

"With so many types of paperwork, plus contacting the pension company and dealing with taxes," Frank said, overwhelmed by the forms covering the table.

"If we don't want these companies and lawyers to take advantage of us, we'll need a professional accountant," Lip and Karen agreed, both looking equally frustrated.

"Take a break and have some snacks," Sheila offered, bringing over freshly baked cupcakes.

"Hiring a professional accountant costs a lot, and for handling family inheritance taxes, it might not be worth it," they discussed.

"Wait, I might know someone who can help," Frank suddenly remembered and made a call.

In less than half an hour, the doorbell rang.

"Did you order takeout?" Frank asked as he went to open the door. Standing outside was a tall Russian beauty, Svetlana, the escort Frank met at Kevin's bachelor party. She seemed surprised to see Frank.

As Frank invited Svetlana inside, he didn't notice her unbuttoning her down coat as she walked in.

Moments later, Frank saw Lip's shocked expression, Karen's amused look, and Sheila's startled cry as she dropped the tray she was holding.

"What happened?" Frank asked, turning to see Svetlana had opened her coat, revealing she wore nothing underneath—not even underwear.

She had just thrown on a coat over her bare skin to come over, bold and unabashed.

"What are you doing? Put your clothes back on," Frank quickly zipped up Svetlana's coat.

"Weren't you calling for a service? It costs extra for more people, but I can give you a discount if there are other girls," Svetlana said, unfazed by the situation.

Svetlana was an escort and part-time stripper, experienced in her line of work, servicing both men and women.

Frank had called her over, and she assumed it was for a service call.

After a quick explanation, Frank clarified that he needed her help with inheritance taxes, not anything else.

"For something like that, make sure the payment is good," Svetlana said. Her service fees were hourly, with overnight rates being different.

"Of course," Frank said, pulling out a chair for her.

With the table covered in forms and statements, Svetlana reached into her coat, pulled out a glasses case, and put on a pair of glasses, exuding an unexpected intellectual aura.

The tax forms, inheritance, insurance payouts, and other financial details that had overwhelmed Frank and the others were quickly sorted and categorized by Svetlana.

Using a calculator and jotting notes with a pencil, Svetlana efficiently calculated the amounts, devised payment plans, and found ways to save money and minimize taxes.

"All done. Pay up," she said, handing Frank several sheets of paper and holding out her hand after checking the time.

"Thank you," Frank said, handing over the money.

"This was easy money. If you need more help like this, call me," Svetlana said, counting the cash.

"You overpaid. It was two and a half hours, but you paid for three," Svetlana noted.

"Consider the extra as a tip," Frank replied.

Svetlana had been a great help. Sorting out the chaotic paperwork was a daunting task, and hiring a professional accountant would have been much more expensive than hiring an escort.

After all, accounting is a skilled profession, while escort work, though it requires some skill, is more physical. Hiring a cheap escort from the Southside was far more economical than a professional accountant.

For Svetlana, it was also a win. She didn't have to engage in physical services, just some number crunching, making this easy money—almost too easy.

"Then I'll take it at the three-hour rate. Since the accounting is done, we still have half an hour. Want to do something fun? I'm really good at what I do. Even if you all join in, I can handle it in half an hour," Svetlana offered, making a suggestive gesture.

"No need! No need!" Frank quickly declined, seeing Lip and the others' expressions.

"Really? At the bachelor party, you tried..." Svetlana began.

"I'll show her out!" Frank quickly ushered Svetlana out, concerned that more talk would ruin his hard-earned reputation.

"Thanks again, really. You should consider studying accounting and getting certified. You wouldn't have to do this kind of work anymore," Frank said as he escorted her out.

"I'm undocumented. If I get exposed, I'll be deported to Russia. Besides, even Indian PhDs drive cabs to make ends meet in America. See you," Svetlana replied, lighting a cigarette and waving as she left.

Once all the forms were sent and submitted, Officer Eddie's inheritance was finally settled.

His estate was sufficient for Sheila and Karen's living expenses and even covered Karen's college tuition.

However, Karen seemed hesitant about college, as it would mean living away from home, leaving Sheila alone. Sheila's agoraphobia made her unable to leave the house.

"Karen is an exceptional girl, very smart. Her future is limitless. She'll grow into a confident, successful woman, a pride of the Southside," Frank and Sheila watched the parent-teacher conference recording on TV.