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pursuing all the pictures.  
    Candy, at only twenty-two, had three divorces under her belt. Some people are so driven.
    “ Does she have a preferred costumer card with you?” Sadie asks.  
    Mathew represented her in the three previous divorces.
    He shrugs, “Candy could be busy paying student loans right now, instead she's set for life with the settlements she's fleeced from those poor bastards.”
    Despite his impending doom or at least doom of his bank account, Sadie can't muster up any pity for Jeff. The man left his wife with two young children and only half of her sizable inheritance. An inheritance he spent on his secretary, turned mistress, turned wife. Guys like Jeff kept divorce lawyers and hit men in business. Sadie had wanted to be a hit man, or hit woman, but she regretfully stood out like a sore thumb. Successful hit men had to keep a low profile.
    Mathew takes a yellow envelope with Sadie's pay from a drawer and pushes it towards her.
    “ The man is a complete dog. I'm done with this Mat. This was really the last time,” she says and actually means it. Her nest egg is big enough that she can stop doing the two jobs she hates.  
    “ Did I tell you that Jeff kept his ex-wife's last name? It opened many doors for him,” Mathew says with disgust.  
    Sadie laughs.
    “ So, it's a case of conman getting conned?” she asks.  
    Mat grins, and says, “Jeff is the type of man that keeps me living in style.”
    He's quiet for a second.
    “ Now that I am no longer your boss... I can ask you out.”  
    Time to go. She stands and grabs the money.
    “ Sorry, I only date guys that can beat me at arm wrestling,” she jokes.  
    Mat grimaces.
    “ You know you cheated!” he accuses.  
    “ Not really, we didn't set any rules,” she reminds him.  
    “ You pinched me with those claw like nails!” He says.  
    She looks down at her neatly trimmed nails.
    Some people are such sore losers.
    “ You were weak, dude,” Sadie says dismissively.  
    “ So no date?” he asks.  
    “ You're a lawyer and I work at a strip club, it won't work out,” she says.  
    He doesn't say anything to that.
    He's a nice guy, unless it involves his career and image. She even understands him; his parent's set a high standard for him. Sydney, his sister, and her friend, had caved under the pressure and in defiance of her parents, worked as a stripper.
    “ Thanks for the opportunity Mathew. I'm sure we'll see each other around,” smiling, Sadie says goodbye.  
    Dating is not part of Sadie's plan. She's been burned by love before and plunging into that pit of hell is not something she is willing to repeat.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Sadie stares into the bathroom mirror while she puts on the finishing touches on her makeup. Her eyes look cat-like with the black liner. Her vivid red hair requires heavier makeup than what she'd prefer. Even her golden tan doesn't keep her from looking washed out without makeup.
    Her outfit consists of dark skinny jeans, a gray crop-top, and her favorite pair of biker boots. Sydney teased her endlessly when she bought two pairs of the same black, calf length, studded boots.
    Remembering their earlier fight deflates Sadie. Especially, since they haven't talked since her friend left. She decides to text Sydney before her date from hell arrives.
    Sadie: FML. Going out with Zack, send help if you don't hear from me by tomorrow!  
    Sydney: Wanna get rid of him? Sleep with him! Your complete lack of skills will make him run back to Ashley!  
    Sadie: Really? With all the unnecessary play by play of your sex life, I feel like I know TOO MUCH!  
    Sydney: Bitch, I'm just trying to help! :P  
    Her train of thought is interrupted by loud banging at the front door. Of course, Zack wouldn't use the doorbell.
    Sadie: Gotta go. He's here..  
    She opens the door a minute later. He looks freshly showered, his dark hair still damp and mussed. Maybe if he weren't such an asshole.... Sadie could like him. She mutely