Conned

One
"This is, by far, the most splendid product I have ever seen in the million years I've lived!" Ms. Dallis exclaimed in that shrill voice of hers.

"It's my pleasure." Miracle chuckled at Ms. Dallis' joke about her age. "All you need to do is sell it to someone else, for about $25 dollars, and give the profits to me." Miracle informed. "Oh, don't worry, you'll still be getting money from you client, Ms. Dallis, but I'll just be getting some too! It's a win-win situation!" Miracle added after seeing Ms. Dallis' disappointed frown.

"Oh, yes, yes, thank you!" Ms. Dallis smiled.

"No problem." Miracle stepped away from the old lady's doorstep. ''That was easy. ''She thought. She headed over to her boss, Elsie's, place with a big wad of cash in her hands. Now all I've gotta do is give this money to Elsie.

"Doing great, just like always. Who's your new client?" Elsie asked, after Miracle arrived at her house.

"An eighty-eight year old lady, named Mary Dallis."

"Nice. Now where's that cash?"

"Right here, ma'am."

"Thank you."

"It's my pleasure."

As Miracle turned to leave, her mind wandered to how much money she would be able to make. She daydreamed about living in a huge mansion, Having a pet poodle that she would take to the spa, having servants and a huge swimming pool and a hot tub.....

She found herself at her car in the parking lot. "That was rather short." she muttered to herself, remembering all the times where she couldn't find her car and had to press the panic button, usually met with many cries of frustration and annoyance, much to her embarrassment. She got in and drove home, still thinking about being rich. As she pulled up to her apartment, she stopped abruptly, causing a few of her belongings to spill. She walked up to the third floor of her apartment, and fumbled with her keys, opening the door. As she walked in, she was met by the voice of Drake, her husband.

"So, how's your job going? You rich yet?"