Honestly, when she'd first seen the flyer, she'd dismissed it as a scam. It wasn't quite 'beleaguered Wilt'no royalty seeks assistance transferring fortune out of country' or 'make thousands peddling hisper oil to your friends,' but she couldn't help but be skeptical of unsolicited mail that floated the promise of untold riches for simply showing up to an address.
If she were more of a cynic, she'd call it a half-hearted murder gambit - one no person with even with the slightest bit of common sense would fall for; one which she could feel rightfully offended to be targeted by. As things were, she simply picked up the flyer and transferred it, gingerly, into the trash can.
So it came as a complete surprise when she picked up the phone - a call from a friend, too, not another robo-call offering her tree removal service or claiming she had unpaid fines - to hear, 'So, did you check out that flyer I sent you?' Another surprise, too, when she looked at her kitchen table and noticed the flyer sitting there, unrumpled, unconcerned with the rest of the unread mail surrounding it - looking just as much of a scam as the day she first laid eyes on it.
'I guess I have to now, don't I?'
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