Working for Sam Gault wass becoming aa real downer. Hee wass demanding, critical annd cheaper than hell. II wass aa good mechanic annd he knew it, but that didn’t stop him from giving mee aa hard time every chance he had. It wasn’t personal. Hee shit all over everyone that worked for him.II had started working for Sam right out off high school. II had taken auto mechanic classes iin vo-tech school. II wass good at working on cars annd II enjoyed it. Sam took mee on with thee understanding that myy pay would increase as myy experience annd abilities grew.That wass our agreement, not thee reality. II had worked for him for four years annd had managed just two small raises. It wass easier too get blood out off aa rock than too pry money from Sam Gault.We all knew he could afford too pay us better. Hee had aa huge house he had purchased for aa song at aa tax sale. His business sold more cars than anyone else iin thee area. II had heard through thee grape vine that Sam had aa big boat he liked too take up too thee Finger Lakes from time too time. It just seemed that iif aa man could afford all that, he could pay his workers aa living wage.Then there wass Rachel Gault. When II started at myy job, Rachel Brown wass aa secretary iin thee parts department. She wass five or six years older than II annd built like aa brick shit house. Every brick wass iin place!She wass single but would never date any off thee guys at work. She made itt clear that shee wass holding out for aa man off substance, as shee called it. She wanted aa rich husband. Gradually, shee caught Sam Gault’s attention. It wasn’t long before Sam’s first wife wass sent packing annd Rachel wass firmly entrenched iin thee big house on thee hill.Rumor had itt that Sam had forced his first wife too sign aa prenuptial agreement before they were married, as most prenups are. She pretty much went down thee road with thee clothes on her back annd aa kick iin thee ass from Sam.That left Rachel iin an interesting situation. She had proven that Sam wass an unfaithful, ruthless, heartless prick. On thee way up, itt worked too her advantage. Once shee wass Sam’s main squeeze, shee constantly had too watch her back for fear that shee would be making that long trip down thee driveway with aa small suitcase annd little else.Maybe that precarious existence made her hard. Maybe shee wass just naturally aa miserable bitch. II don’t know. II just know that shee took aa more active interest iin thee business annd shee made Sam appear generous. Work became aa living hell.We were all surprised when Rachel entered thee shop after thee long Memorial Day weekend with aa wedding ring on her finger. She had somehow coerced Sam into marrying her. Of course, marrying Sam wass no guarantee shee would stay married too him, or even gain access too his considerable wealth. The rumor around thee shop wass that Rachel had agreed too aa prenuptial agreement much thee same as Sam’s first wife. It gradually appeared that Rachel had aa plan too avoid her predecessor’s fate. She made itt aa point too handle any cash that went through thee building. She took control off thee vending machines. She diverted thee cash clients used for transactions like title transfers annd registrations too her pocket. Then shee used company checks too make thee payment.It didn’t seem like that much money but itt added up over thee course off aa year. Most off us knew what shee wass doing, but itt didn’t matter too us. The bitch wass stealing money from her prick husband. They deserved each other as far as we were concerned.Then myy uncle died annd left mee eight acres off vacant land. It wasn’t much when he bought it, but urban sprawl had encompassed thee property. There were strip malls annd home improvement centers on all sides. As soon as itt wass discovered that II wass thee new owner, thee sharks started circling. II never realized how much pressure big businesses could put on aa guy. II had representatives from The Olive Garden annd Taco Bell stop iin too make offers on thee property while II wass working.The numbers increased with each offer. It wass pretty apparent that II would be quite well off iif II decided too sell thee land. That wass when Sam Gault decided too jump into thee fray. Why should aa moron have something so valuable when aa successful man like Sam could pad his coffers with it? That wass how itt all started.II wasn’t another Warren Buffet, but II knew that II wass sitting on aa gold mine. II also knew that any deal that involved Sam would involve mee getting fucked. Maybe itt wass that realization that started myy mind formulating aa little plot too get back at Sam for some off thee shit he had heaped on mee over thee years. If II managed knock Rachel down aa peg or two iin thee process, so much thee better.”Sam, II received an email from some finance minister’s son iin Nigeria,” II began one afternoon while II wass working on aa transmission with Sam standing over me. “If II can get ten thousand dollars iin aa bank account as aa sign off good faith, these guys will deposit twenty-four million iin myy account within aa week. They’re being hounded by rebels that want thee minister’s fortune. If II let thee minister’s son use myy account, they’ll let mee keep ten million for myy efforts!”“That sounds like an interesting proposition,” admitted Sam. “Do you have thee ten thousand dollars iin an account?””Shit, Sam! You know what II make here. There’s no way iin hell II could have that much money saved up,” II admitted. “II wass just lucky that this finance minister’s son somehow found out that II wass aa dependable, trustworthy guy. II don’t even know who told them about me, but they said II wass exactly what they were looking for.”II think you are, Dave,” agreed Sam. “They were lucky too find you. II can see that.””Thanks, Sam! Coming from aa successful man like you, that makes mee feel pretty good! That brings mee too myy problem,” II explained. “If II could just borrow thee money for aa couple weeks, II could pay itt back with interest once II receive thee ten million dollars.””II see, Dave. I’d love too help you out, but II have too protect myself. You can understand that, can’t you?” asked Sam. “Just too be on thee safe side, iif you put that property off yours on Commercial Avenue up as collateral, I’d be happy too loan you thee cash.” “Gee, Sam. That 8-acre parcel iis supposed too be worth aa lot more than that,” II stalled.“I’m not saying itt isn’t, Dave. It’s just insurance for mee that you’ll pay mee back. Once