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One in a Billion Chapter One �Day One�          As Jim Davis turned the van he was driving into the parking lot of the motel of the mid-sized town in central eastern USA on a sunny Sunday afternoon. He was thinking about the factory he owned and would be seeing for the first time in the morning. He had acquired the factory as he had his money, about three months earlier in an estate inheritance from a distant relative. He was now worth over 14 billion and the factory had a value of over 10 million. He decided to not sell the factory as the attorneys that handled the inheritance had suggested until he seen it first hand.            He went to the office of the motel, not a chain motel, but one similar to smaller sized cities, owned by investors and usually operated by some local people. There was a woman behind the counter, Jim guessed her to be in her mid thirties, medium build brunette with a baby doll smile on her face. She greeted him and after getting his name, turned to the computer and confirmed his reservation, then handed him a key card to his room. She told him the room was equipped with internet hookup and a fax line, and if he needed anything else she would be on duty all night. Jim thanked her and headed out the door to his van.             Jim drove around to his room and after opening the door he removed his suitcase and laptop case from the van and went into the room. He set up the laptop and hooked it to the internet connection and started checking his messages, while they were downloading he opened the suitcase and removed bath bag as he called it that contained his own soap, shampoo, comb, razor and deodorant. He placed this bag on the sink counter and then stepped back out to the van to get his small cooler that still had four canned drinks in it. When he returned he sat the cooler on the sink counter also and removed one of the drinks, then returned to his laptop and sat in the chair beside the table to read his messages.             Jim turned the TV on as he was finishing his messages, and after they were done, he decided to lie on the bed and watch a movie. He wondered if anyone in the factory would know who he was or if he could get a chance to see how the workers really were before they figured out he was the new owner. The attorneys had told them they had sent papers showing him as the new owner, but had never mentioned what he looked like, and Jim had refused having his picture sent prior to his visit. He liked to see people being themselves instead of acting like brown nosing snobs. He always seemed to be a regular guy instead of a billionaire as he usually wore jeans and a casual shirt, if he dressed up it meant he wore a dress shirt and usually black jeans. Jim never liked suits or ties at all and refused to wear them.

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