Ascendants of Ancients Sovereign - By Phillip Jones Page 0,13

and thought, This is for my baby. You’ve got this one, Georgie boy. You’ve got this. She’s just another sucker.

When Brenda Olsen drove onto the lot, George waved. She had just come into a pile of money, and George’s mouth watered as he finally got the chance to size her up. A southern beauty with a soft dialect, Brenda’s pinned-up, blonde hair revealed an elegant neckline with an expensive pendant accenting it. She smelled of Victoria’s Secret Pure Seduction lotion, and her body matched her delicious personality. She was class with a capital “C” and victim with a capital “V”.

Brenda was an out-of-state referral who had driven down from Georgia. He knew from pre-qualifying her over the phone that it would be an easy sale. He also knew exactly how he was going to reel her in before she ever set foot on the lot.

During the sale, Brenda asked to see other models, but George looked her dead in the eye and replied without hesitation, “How can I, in good conscience, let you make that kind of mistake? This is a once-in-a-lifetime purchase. To settle for something beneath your class wouldn’t be right.” He put an exclamation mark on his statement by smiling through a set of white teeth.

George had spent years developing his silver tongue, the tongue of a liar and a cheat, using it to perfection. He was a self-proclaimed King of Deception. Even his own family bought into his tangled web—hook, line, and sinker. Even worse, he was the kind of liar who remembered almost everything he said, which made him dangerous.

George took the initial paperwork to his boss and placed it on his desk. Once the manager signed off on the deal, the two shared a laugh over Brenda’s ignorance. Thirty minutes passed before George took her into the finance manager’s office to draw up the final contracts.

As they waited, George buttered-up Brenda some more. “Why don’t you let me make things easy on you? I will personally deliver your vehicle to your home in a couple days, and then I’ll fly back. How does that sound?”

“Oh, George, would ya? That’s so generous of you. Thank you ever so much. You’re an adorable, little peach,” Brenda said as she threw her arms around him and gave him a hug.

“Anything to keep the customer happy,” George replied with a seductive smile as he thought about a woman from an old, rundown bar he had met a few nights earlier. He would ask this woman along for the trip, and they would have a swinging time. The RV was perfect for such an occasion.

Even as Brenda stopped hugging him, George continued making plans. He would drop the woman off at a local restaurant before arriving at Brenda’s home. He would go in alone and make a play for Brenda’s affections. She was a multi-millionaire, and he could easily imagine spending her fortune. He wanted her money in the worst way and would marry her to get it. Smiling inside, he rejoined the conversation, nodding at something Brenda was saying.

After finishing the deal, Brenda prepared to leave, but not without giving George another hug before she lowered into her silver Mercedes. “Drive safely, George. Bring my baby home in good condition.”

George smiled. “I’ll do just that, Brenda. You take care now. I look forward to seeing you again. Don’t you dare miss me before I get there.”

Brenda giggled and pulled away.

The next day, George rounded up the lady from the bar, and after a few minutes of smooth talk, she agreed a road trip sounded fun. It was noon when they hit the road, and the drive was smooth for the first two hours.

About 160 miles in, George began to feel tired and wanted to rest. He had told Brenda he needed a couple of days to get the RV to her home, and because of this, he could relax without worry. There was plenty of time to spend with his new friend before arriving in Albany.

“Do you mind driving for a bit?” George queried. “I’d like to get some rest.”

Smiling, the woman responded. “Sure, no problem.”

George pulled over and let her have the wheel. As he plopped down in the passenger’s seat, he thought, What did she say her name was again? Oh yeah, Tiffany. Hmpf.

George had not made much of a mental note of this fact since his attraction to Tiffany was nothing more than physical. He would never see her again once he dumped her in