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A Life for A Life
    Billionaire Breeding Erotica
    Eliza DeGaulle
     
    Copyright 2o14 Darkest Secrets Publishing
    Kindle Edition
     
     
    "Pack of cigarettes, and give me some of those scratch offs. Oh, and a Million Dollar Game ticket." My customer looked at me, forcing a smile. A woolen cap, bundled up head to toe, a thick beard, he looked like every other customer I had. Down on his luck and with no hope of ever escaping his situation. I felt the same.
    "Nine forty three," I responded as I handed him his items.
    "Thanks, ma'am. You have a good night." He nodded his head and left the store.
    My chin hit the palm of my hand and I was left with my thoughts. Where the hell did I go wrong? I went to a good university. I had multiple degrees in business, but I couldn't even land a job in a mail room. Instead I'm working in a corner convenience store, in one of the worst parts of town.
    The small black and white TV from the 1970s that the owner allowed me was showing the local news. Another string of robberies hitting the other stores in the area. Armed, two people had been shot. Shot for a minimum wage job. Ugh. Was it only a matter of time before the crook showed up and shot me for daring to draw a shitty paycheck?
    "Hey Rena," I stood up straight as an older man entered, his voice raspy.
    "Hi," I responded. I questioned how he knew my name, but then remembered the name-tag. "How can I help you this evening?"
    "Get me a pile of those scratch offs if ya don't mind."
    "Sure," I said, digging them out, scanning them, and handing them off. Poor folks hoping that sheer random chance would help them escape their situations. Truly hopeless. They had as much chance of winning the grand prize as the next guy entering my store being a sexy billionaire who would fall madly in love with me and whisk me away happily ever after.
    "You're a saint, Miss." He nodded as he took his tickets.
    "Hope your luck works out for you." I forced a slight smile.
    More time passed as I worked the shift, gazing out into the pitch black night. The armed robber always struck at midnight according to the news. Of course my bastard boss made me work alone. God forbid he have someone else work with me to make the store a less tempting target.
    I jumped again as the front door jingly bell rang. I took a deep breath realizing the man in question wasn't like the rest of my customers. Slick black hair, a business suit with a long tie. A thick coat draped over his shoulders. He had to only be six or seven years older than me, maybe in his early to mid thirties. Regardless of his age, he didn't belong here, no matter how good I thought he looked.
    "Can I help you sir?" I said, my eyebrow raised at my strange new customer.
    "So this is the building I bought? Hah."
    "Excuse me?"
    "I just bought the building and land here. Pretty cheap, all things considered."
    I didn't hear anything about an ownership change. "Do you need help finding an item, sir?"
    The strange man wandered the aisles. "Do you have any microbrews? Something from Boston maybe? Imports, perhaps? I could use a good Belgian ale. The authentic stuff, not that crap they just slap the label on."
    "No sir. Just the standard cheap stuff."
    "Figures. Pedestrian. About right I tear this place down." His hands went to his hips as he turned to me.
    "Tear this place down?"
    He walked up to the counter and offered his hand. "Lester Helmsley, Chairman and CEO of the Allmart chain of department stores. This block would prove an excellent location for one of our new Ultra-Centers."
    I took his hand timidly, and he shook it firmly. "Hi, Rena Holly. I'm the, uh, clerk." My mind rushed with possibilities. It took me so long to land this job here. If this place was getting demolished, that meant I was going to be unemployed soon.
    I guess the new Allmart would need new hires eventually. That wouldn't be for awhile though, and Allmart's employment policies are terrible. I'd make even less than I was at the convenience store.
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