Where O where did my partner go?

Several hours later, Sam returned and Ben talked to him. “Sam, an IRS agent showed up asking about our withholding taxes and said we haven’t been paying them. I thought all our debts were up to date”. “Must be a computer error”, Sam responded. “I’ll call the guy back, tomorrow after I pull all the records.”

The next day, Sam did not show up for work, but had called in sick. Ben dutifully called the agent to report that Sam was out sick today and would call him upon his return and shared that Sam thought there must be some mistake. “Have him call me soon, so I don’t have to start collection action”. Sam called in for the next few days sounding ill (and no one wants a sick person around food) and Ben kept calling the agent. This went on for about four days. Then, Sam didn’t call one day. Ben called Sam, and the answering machine picked up. “Where are you, Sam? Call me as soon as you get this message.” No call was ever returned. Ben went by Sam’s house that night and found the house empty and no one around. A neighbor saw Ben and came over and said, “Sorry to see Sam leave, he was such a great neighbor”. Ben was dumbstruck.

The next day Ben called the Agent. “My partner has disappeared, I fear he stole some of our money instead of paying you.” “Well, you better get to the bottom of this and soon, or we’ll have to shut down your store”, the agent said. “How far behind are we?” Ben asked. “About two years”, the agent said.

That afternoon, Ben went into the small office looking for the check register and the bank statements, they were gone. He then went to the bank. “May I help you?” the bank officer asked. “Sure, my name is Ben Barnacle, I am an owner of Cakes, Inc., and I need to see a manager or something.” After a few minutes, the branch manager came out and Ben explained his plight. The manager frowned and then said, “Let’s get duplicates of all those bank statements and cancelled checks, we’ll have to charge you to research that”. “No problem”, said Ben, “I was afraid it was all hopeless.” “It’ll probably take abou t a week to get these to you”, the manager said.

Ben called the Agent back and relayed the missing books and records and told him that he had ordered the bank statements and hoped to get them in about a week. The Agent casually asked him what bank he used, and Ben said, “The Big Huge National Bank on First Street”. Ben figured that by cooperating with the agent he was buying good will. The agent wrote the name of the bank on a piece of paper and stuck it in the file.

My Partner Is a Crook – Meet Ben

MY PARTNER IS A CROOK.

Ben Barnacle owned Ben’s Bakery along with Sam Shademan. Ben was the operations guy. He was known as the Wedding Cake Artist of Bellaire. The company was Cakes, Incorporated. His cakes were so tasty that people from surrounding areas came to buy his cakes for birthdays, holidays, and of course weddings. So many in fact that Ben was unable to keep up with all the cooking. Sam was the bookkeeper and in charge of the finances, but Ben could and would write checks to pay for COD purchases, deliveries, and if Sam was out of town, other checks that Sam would leave for him. The business grew and Ben hired people to help man the storefront, make deliveries and to help Ben with the baking.

As the years went by they needed to expand and were able to lease more space in the same shopping center. Their business appeared to be booming. The landlord seemed happy, the employees were getting a decent wage and Ben and Sam were enjoying a nice middle class lifestyle. Ben wondered why Sam seemed to afford things that Ben couldn’t like a late model sports car and a country club membership. But Ben figured that Sam just had different priorities for his money, or was going into debt, not a huge issue.

One day, an unsmiling man came walking into the store, he produced a badge and ID card showing his name was Maximillian Sorbe, Revenue Agent for the Internal Revenue Service. “May I see the owner, please”, he asked the cheerful young person behind the counter. “Mr. Barnacle, there’s a man from the IRS to see you”. Ben came out wiping his hands on his apron. “May I help you,” Ben asked. The agent showed Barnacle his badge again and started into his script. “I’m here to find out why your company has fallen behind on paying your employment taxes”. Ben looked perplexed. “What do you mean by employment taxes?” The agent, stared at him for a second, “Don’t give me that, I know for a fact you’ve signed employment tax returns for the company”.

Ben’s blank expression indicated that he was totally clueless as to what the agent was talking about. Ben then said, “Perhaps you need to talk to my business partner, Mr. Shademan. He is the treasurer and could answer your questions, better than I”. The agent continued, “Is he in?”

Ben responded, “let me check” and he went into the cramped back office of the business. He looked no Sam there, so he asked one of the employees, “have you seen, Sam?” “He just went out the back saying he had to run some errands”, one of flour covered workers exclaimed. Ben returned to the front of the store, “you just missed him. Can he call you to set up a meeting?” “Sure”, answered the agent, “here’s my card. Have him call me in the next 24 hours, please”.

100% Penalty

I am going to take a break from 2010 and Estate Tax Stories and devote my next tale to the 100% penalty under Section 6672 of the Internal Revenue Code of 1986. A similar penalty is also present in almost every state tax statute. Usually a corporation affords its owners, employees, and officers complete immunity for corporate debts and acts. However, once the Federal Government started having employers withhold taxes at the source and State Governments started collecting taxes on sales and also having income taxes withheld, they noticed that corporations would simply not pay the taxes and then go bankrupt leaving everyone holding the bag but the officers and directors of the Corporation who diverted the funds. So they put in statutes which hold personally responsible employees, officers and directors responsible for INTENTIONALLY failing to pay over withholding taxes. The key word is of course intentionally. In this case ignorance of the law or ignorance of the facts is an excuse. Therefore, an owner who has an employee or a partner embezzle money or lie about paying the taxes, may and I emphasize may, get off the hook. An owner who didn’t know about the rule (the common law of stupid) might be relieved of personal liability. The rule is that a conscious choice must be made to prefer another over paying the withholding taxes. This leads to some rather interesting results as some tax tales will show.

Epilogue

January 1, 2011

After a valiant fight, Jack Jenkins died at 4 a.m.

September 1, 2011

“It’s ashame you had to pay all those taxes Sally. If only he had gotten to ‘I do’ before the heart attack”, Lawyer Dobbins remarked. “Actually, he did. Do you remember that trip we took to Washington, D.C. last fall?” Sally asked. “ Yes” replied the lawyer. “Here is the hotel registration, he listed us as Mr. and Mrs. Jack Jenkins at the Hyatt Hotel in D.C.. D.C. is a common-law marriage state and according to this legal opinion I got from a D.C. lawyer, we were married. He held me out as his wife. At that point I had been divorced from Beau. Please file the return claiming the spousal rights”, Sally asked. “That’s great news, they’ll be no taxes until you die, Sally”, the lawyer answered.

March 1, 2011

Brian Peterson was handed an estate tax return to review. It was for a guy named Jack Jenkins. He checked the assets, the appraisals, the arithmatic, and approved the return. He never questioned the marital deduction since there was a joint tax return on file for the last year of life of the decedent. He sent the file up for a closing letter and the return showed zero taxes due and owing. “I can see this guy did no planning. He left everything to his wife”, he thought.

WRITER’S COMMENT. This is one of those stories that as I started writing it, took on a life of its own and I could have had it go on for a few more weeks and probably will continue to write on this tale off-line. Clearly the moral here is that when the Government creates an incentive by handing out money, some evil minded people are going to try and get the money. Tomorrow a new tax tale on a different tax topic.

A night to remember

December 31, 2010

It was the social event of the season. Jack Jenkins was going to get married right after midnight. It was clear that he and Sally were meant for each other. As they danced the evening away and toasted in the New Year. But Jack wasn’t looking his usual happy go lucky self. He looked like he might have the flu. More than one person asked him are you okay? At 12:15 a.m., as the guests were seated to await the Bridal Entrance, a commotion occurred in one of the anterooms. “Dr. Reynolds can you come into the sitting room, its Jack?”, said a friend. Dr. Reynolds sprinted into the sitting room. Jack was unconscious on the floor, his face ashen. The doctor felt for a pulse and there was none. “Call 911 and I need the defribrillator machine.” A waiter ran down to the golf locker room and procured the machine which was kept for golfers who wanted to get in one last round of golf, and ran it up to the sitting room. The doctor applied the paddles. Nothing happened. He upped the amps, nothing happened. He tried again he got a faint pulse. At that point the ambulance arrived and Jack was taken in critical condition to the hospital.