All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Revenue is the gross inflow of economic benefits such as cash, receivables, and other assets arising from the ordinary operating activities of an entity
Revenue should be measured at the fair value of—
I was interrupted from my reading when my phone rang. The volume wasn't in maximum but I was in the library and the sound reverberated all over. I mentally cursed myself for forgetting to turn it to silent mode when I heard a cough from somewhere in my left. I looked up and wasn't really surprised when I saw the librarian near me with a murderous glare. Other students whose studying were also interrupted flashed me looks of annoyance, save for one guy four tables away who looked very amused at my predicament, grinning and showing his perfect set of teeth. I recognized him as Chaz, who was in the same course and year as me. He was sitting in a table with probably three of the cutest guys in the planet, but he was a much better male specimen with his black shirt fitting him just right to show the outline of his perfect pectorals and muscled arms. I felt the heat in my cheeks and prayed to God that he won't think I blushed because of him.
I guiltily mouthed an apology, and then looked at my phone to identify the spawn of hell that chose to contact me at that instant. It was a text message from Ryan, a senior taking up Accountancy like me and the president of the organization of Accounting majors in our school.
Radleigh, the carpenters have started working on our booth for the University Exhibit for the Founders Week. I am tasking the juniors to provide the meals for them. I'm in the org office right now and if you could come over I'll give you the money for the meals.
I looked up to see the piles of books and materials yet to be read and gave out a huge sigh. It was great to be trusted by my batch mates and elected as the year-level representative and doing things for the organization, but when times like this come when my job as a representative conflict with my studies it's not great at all. The Founders Week Celebration happen right after midterms, so preparations have to be made DURING the midterms, which bugged me so much that the Founders of our school have to choose the end of August to establish this institution more than a century ago.
I decided to not reply to make Ryan think that I haven't read the message yet, and went back to reading. A few minutes later I was distracted once more from my studying when I heard someone walking to my direction, probably to sit in the empty table beside me.
It was Chaz, carrying his books, which I see are more or less similar to what I was studying at that moment. Now that he's nearer I can see not only his shirt but how even his jeans fit him snuggly in all the right places, instantly flashing pictures in my mind on what those articles of clothing might be hiding underneath. I shook my head to clear those naughty thoughts.
That guy is not making this library conducive for learning.
He didn't stop at the table beside me though, and rather continued approaching me. I raised my eyebrows at him. He smiled. Damn those teeth.
"Studying for our Accountancy midterms?" he asked me, "We could study together, you know."
I am the type of person that is much better studying alone than with others and started to tell him this when my phone vibrated in my pocket. Ha! Thank goodness I've silenced it already. It was another message from Ryan.
Radleigh, the carpenters need to have their snacks right now. It would be really great if you can come to the office as soon as possible.
Seeing as the text message didn't give me much choice I stuffed my books into my bag and stood up. The chair I sat on made a grating noise as it moved and I heard once more a cough. I chose not to look at the librarian.
"Sorry, but I'm needed elsewhere at the moment," I told Chaz. I saw the flicker of disappointment in his face, but it was right away replaced once more by a smile.
"That's too bad, but we can study together some other time, right?" he asked.
"Hmmm, probably." I answered dubiously.
"Silence in the library!" the librarian called from her desk. I groaned.
I need to find a new place to study next time.
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I walked out of the organization office a while later with a whole written list of tasks ahead of me (snacks for three people two times a day, lunch for three, constant supply of water and other requests from the carpenters) and a huge wad of cash whose every cent must be traced during liquidation to make sure that I spent the money for things solely related to the aforementioned tasks. I had better plans for a bright and sunny Friday afternoon with this amount of money, but duty calls.
Knowing that I couldn't do this all on my own I decided to contact my fellow officer, Filian, better to have someone to share the burden with than carry it all alone. He answered on the second ring and told me that he was coming over. I sat outside the org office and waited for him while I tried to mentally organize my time to fit everything that is in my schedule while still having time for a break, and also sorting our errands to get the shortest flow for all of them. I didn't wait long however because a few minutes later I heard footsteps and looked up to see Filian approaching.
We met each other's eyes, and then grinned. We have a good reason to be amused when we see each other. Both 19 years old, most of the people around us insist that we look at lot alike; even going as far as saying that we may have been separated at birth (I asked my parents a lot of times if by chance they had another child stolen from them, but dad laughingly dismissed the idea and added that he spent sleepless nights in constant vigil of his wife and his newborn son). Looking closer though anyone can see that Fil and I don't look that much alike each other. Sure we've got almost the same shade of brown skin and the black hair, and he's just an inch short of my 5'9" height, but he's got a taller nose while my eyes are a light brown as opposed to the dark brown—almost black—of his. He's got the build of a basketball player: muscular arms and firm, sturdy legs; while I've got the body of a swimmer: broad shoulders and sinewy, streamlined legs.
Another notable difference is that Filian loves women in a rather acceptable range of shape and sizes while yours truly, and I am proud to say this, prefers the d.
"Got a long afternoon ahead of us, huh?" Filian asked while taking the list of tasks from my hands.
I rolled my eyes at him, "Obviously. And I'm not halfway through studying for our exams yet."
"Ditto. Then what are we still doing here? Let's hit the road and get this over with!" Filian exclaimed, rather excitedly.
We decided to get in my car, since we'd be carrying lots of stuff which we couldn't transport comfortably with his motorcycle. Rather than constantly bring water bottles to the carpenters every once in a while we chose to buy a gallon of water instead and provide cups so the carpenters can drink to their heart's (and stomach's) content. Knowing that an ordinary meal for a typical student wouldn't be enough for a carpenter working under the blazing sun, we bought double meals for each carpenter. I can't see how they would negatively react to this. I can't believe how easy all of this is now that we're doing it.
With my earlier sorting out of our routes and Filian's positivity, we finished our tasks for this afternoon much earlier than expected. We dropped the meals and the water to where the carpenters are working and asked them if they have anything they needed that we could get for them. They had none at the moment so Fil and I decided to split up and return to whatever we were doing before Ryan texted me, which in my case is tackling all the study material for my exams this Monday (which I guess was what Fil was also doing before I called him).
