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    Sh*t I’d Kill For, A Short Story
    Sh*t I’d Kill For, A Short Story
    Sh*t I’d Kill For, A Short Story
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    Sh*t I’d Kill For, A Short Story

    By Sue Ann Jaffarian

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    What would you kill for? What starts as a simple game turns frightening and deadly for Georgine Perkins, as Lucas Mann, an enigmatic stranger, ups the ante with each turn.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThe Novel RV
    Release dateJul 14, 2018
    ISBN9781386062240
    Sh*t I’d Kill For, A Short Story

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      Sh*t I’d Kill For, A Short Story - Sue Ann Jaffarian

      SH*T I’D KILL FOR

      A short story

      by

      Sue Ann Jaffarian

      Georgine grasped her briefcase in her right hand and an extra-large latte in the other. Her heavy shoulder bag was threatening to slip down her left shoulder and dislodge the hot coffee.  She hiked her shoulder up to settle the precarious bag for the moment and avoid the disaster while looking for a place to sit in the crowded coffee shop. There were no empty tables or vacant arm chairs. All were filled with young, trendy office workers from the building housing the coffee shop and those from neighboring skyscrapers in Century City. Her next choice was to look for a table to share. She spotted one vacancy at a table occupied by a handsome man with strawberry blond hair wearing an expensive suit. She’d shared an elevator with him on many occasions and knew he was a lawyer for the law firm that occupied both the 14th and 15th floors. She worked on the 20th floor in an accounting firm. She’d tried to engage him in conversation over the past year, ever since she’d first noticed him, but he’d pointedly ignored her. She approached, stopping just behind the empty chair at his table.

      Hi, mind helping a girl out and sharing? she asked, giving him a lopsided comical grin of mock distress.

      He glanced up from the papers he was reading, his eyes scanning her large lumpy body and blond hair worn in a quirky tousled style. If he recognized her from the building, he didn’t let on. No, he said curtly. Sit someplace else. He didn’t say he was waiting for someone, or some other suitable excuse. He’d simply said no and dismissed her as if she’d asked for money, and he’d said it loud enough for the tables around them to hear.

      Surprise and embarrassment engulfed Georgine as she fought to keep the flush on her face to a minimum. She’d been snubbed before. It happened quite often. She didn’t look like most women in this fashionable business enclave that sat next to Beverly Hills. She just didn’t expect the rejection to be so brutal in such a public place. Hearing titters behind her, she turned to see a gaggle of young women from her office gathered around a small table. They were looking at her and whispering. One was Susan, the snotty woman who was supposed to be her assistant. Georgine shared her services with three other accountants, all men, but Susan, a petite redhead, always managed to be too busy with them to help Georgine. There was an empty chair at their table, but no one moved to offer it. Instead, one of the women, Clara, made a point of pulling it in closer to the table in rebuff.

      You ladies working on your resumes?  Georgine shot in their direction.  I hear there’s going to be some staff cuts? No sense waiting until the last go, is there?

      The women went quiet. There had been rumors of layoffs at the accounting firm. Their giggles shut down like a slammed door, replaced with worry. Only Clara did not flinch.  Georgine took a step closer to the women and lowered her voice. But I’m guessing that wouldn’t worry you, hey Clara? I’m sure Jeffries wouldn’t sack his favorite shag.

      The table went as still as a grave. Everyone knew that Clara was sleeping with the boss, but no one ever dared mention it. You disgusting pig, Clara hissed.  Before Clara could throw her coffee in her face, Georgine moved away, swinging her wide hips at them in mockery.

      Georgine thought about taking her coffee and going up to her office. It was still early and her shoulder bag was really becoming a problem. The firm didn’t officially open until 9 and it was only 8:30. But her office was small and depressing. The firm was depressing these days.  She wasn’t about to retreat and let the bitchy gaggle think they’d gotten to her.

      There’s a place here, miss, Georgine heard off to her left. She turned to see a nice-looking middle-aged man offering her the empty seat at his table. She hadn’t noticed him before or the empty seat. Gratefully, she took it.

      Thanks. That’s very nice of you, she said, setting her coffee on the table and her briefcase on the floor. The problematic purse was slipped off  her shoulder and hung on the back of the chair. The man smiled and went back to reading the Wall Street Journal.

      Sitting down, Georgine took a fashion magazine from her briefcase and started flipping  through the pages while she

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