[ CW ] A multi-billionaire offers you 100 million to kill a stranger ...

“ Light of the dark times; please welcome Sir George.S. Blackbourne. ” The announcer welcomed him on stage. I was in the audience courtesy of George himself. Least he could do he said and then I was informed he would be speaking with me post the talk. 
 
 “ Liberty is vague and freedom is a lie, ” Georges opening lines for this talk, “ true freedom imposes on the rights of others and'true' liberty means almost nothing, but we have liberty and freedom, 
 but not true of either. We have common versions of the virtues, designed so we all can benefit and learn and grow old and with true freedom some would run wild and this dream would never happen. We all must give a little freedom to make the world free and I say this now if true liberty and true freedom mean no liberty and no freedom, well then we have a true economy. ” The audience cheered as the George fixed his immaculately tailored suit. This'true economy' was good to him and bad to me and my community. I was elected leader of the North Coast resistance to George and his plans for the area. 
 
 A development scheme that would increase property values, but stood to raise unemployment by almost 20 % in the region. Most of the homes were Blackbourne banking mortgages and his plan would see him pull in homes bought and sold as middle class housing and now considered high end housing. 
 
 We went to the radios, papers and tv and found out on Wikipedia that Sir George is a co-owner of most media outlets. The talk went on for an hour or so and the audience seamed to love it, even though I cant remember a single idea he said, but here I was now backstage. “ John King? ” George asked jutting out a hand. “ Lovely to finally be doing this, I am George Steven Blackbourne. Reportedly you have a need to speak with me so lets. ” George poured a class of brandy for himself and gestured to an empty glass to offer me one. I declined with a shake of my head, “ Not dropping your full title Sir? Surprised I seen you on many interviews and even tonight and you never struck me as a down to earth man. ” 
 “ John are you really here for those sort of questions? ” He sipped his brandy and took a seat in an old style Victorian read chair. 
 “ why are you destroying North Coast? ” I asked still standing and looked at the fine oak furniture “ how can you justify this extravagance when your causing so much pain? ” I asked both questions and finally took my seat. 
 “ Causing pain... Is that's what I'm doing? ” George asked with a smirk. 
 “ You have destroyed the region of North Coast. You caused that pain. ” I said, my blood was rushing to my face from rage. 
 
 “ I cause a few residents to default but raised the rest to upper class. I create jobs in industries you do not like and all of a sudden I am a villain. I Sir George.S. Blackbourne, I am not a good man mark it down and trust me, but you know nothing of my nature. ” George slid his glass along the table and stood up, “ I cry for each homeless child and while I can barely sleep for each one I create I use their sacrifice to home others, maybe you do not understand how I work. ” 
 “ Safe to say I do n't because George we ca n't all be the devil. ” 
 “ I am a like a car crash five die, but I use them. ” said George. 
 “ how? ” I asked now standing myself “ I ca n't believe you can justify this to yourself. ” 
 “ I push road safety legislation and get five hearts and five livers and ten kidneys and there deaths save twenty people and you call the five a tragedy, ” he was leaning on the wall now looking right at me not blinking. 
 “ what do you call it then? five die and its not a tragedy what is it? What do you call it? ” 
 “ I call it a sacrifice. Maybe its time you learn a little Sacrifice... ” 
 
 
 
 “ no homeless, no old, no dying and no mentally disabled, must be a stranger. ” George stood in the graveyard over the tombstone and cried. The words haunted him. He offered 100 million for the death of stranger, but never taught that John King and Samantha Blackbourne his daughter had never met. He paid his bill and mourned his daughter. 
 “ I call it sacrifice. ”
