The boss waited till the rest of the employees had cleared out to call me into his office.
"Yes, Mr. Spears?"
"Christian," Spears slid an envelope across his desk. He was short and shaped more round then straight so he had to lean off his seat to reach me. He knew I didn't like being called Christian but he also thought money could buy him out of everything.
I looked into the envelope and pulled out the picture inside.
Disclaimer: Although all characters in the following story are completely fictional, they are also completely over the age of 18.
Part 5 - You're Humiliated, But I Want More -
In the crowd, women are cheering and boys are crying. You lost your title, to a girl! You were the undefeated champion! Oh, you poor baby! -Hahaha- Not anymore! I took your championship belt away from you in just the second round!
She looked from the number 69 on the white front door back to the piece of paper in her hand and once more at the number before looking back down at the scribbled address on the paper once again. Breathing in deeply, tingling with nerves, she straightened down her black skirt and raised her hand to knock on the front door of the house. After waiting for half a minute the door opened, revealing a smartly dressed man.
Spa Day and the "Skimon"
"...Because I need a boat... I live in the Gulf... Didn't you say I needed to live like a millionaire?... Well, buying a boat makes me ACT like one, doesn't it?!... I've window shopped a bit online... Yeah... There's room in the marina close by... Do millionaires do their own maintenance?... I suppose a hundred grand give or take ten?... Wait... What'd you think I was gonna spend?