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Pretty Little Picture (#2)

Pretty (in)Significant (#2.5)

Pretty Much Screwed (#3)

Locked and Loaded (#4)

Loaded Question (#5)

Loaded Vengeance - September 10, 2024 (#6)

Loaded Secrets - Spring 2025 (#7)

Fatal Attraction - Release Date TBD (#8)

Fatal Consequences - Release Date TBD (#9)

Final Fate - Release Date TBD (#10)

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Chapter One

“Shoot, I never win from these tickets.” Grabbing the disinfected wipes to clean the ticket dust from my desk, I noticed I hadn’t scratched the second chance clover to reveal the symbol. “Pot of gold, come on pot of gold. Shoot, nothing, again.” I don’t know why I keep buying them. They’re cute in design, with a cute leprechaun standing with a pot of gold. It’s typical marketing and women buy cute things, or in my case cute scratch off tickets. An email flashes across my computer screen as I finish cleaning my desk. The subject line has me out of my chair without verifying the details. As I round the corner of my office, I stop at the sight of my boss and whom I think is my replacement. Reversing my steps, I back away from my boss’s office, knowing that I will speak to him later on the email that was sent. I laugh as I pass my best friend’s desk. She is hiding her tickets in her drawer.

“Girl, I didn’t win a thing.”

“That’s what I just said.” My best friend Shontae says.

“Your luck is better than mine.”

“You claim everyone’s luck is better than yours Enya, you have no faith in yourself.”

“Uhm, I do. I know this recent outage is going to be assigned to me, and I will resolve it,” I say, smiling in confidence.

“Did you read the email?”

“No, is there something I need to know?” I ask.

“I think you should read the email.”

“What does it say, Shontae?”

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