title: Highway Robbery: A Tale of Rage and Riches
author:  David Stansfield 
description: David Stansfield was born in England, but has spent most of his career as a television writer-producer in Canada and the United States. He has British, Canadian and U.S. citizenship. With his wife, Denise Boiteau, David has written and produced some 400 television scripts (documentary, drama, comedy, animation) for TVOntario in Canada (both in English and French), the Public Broadcasting Service in the U.S., the Discovery Channel, NHK, Encyclopedia Britannica and Time-Life. He has also written half-a-dozen feature film screenplays, both originals and re-writes of other peoples scripts. All of his TV scripts were produced and broadcast in Canada, the United States as well as in many other parts of the world. His TV productions have been translated into more than a dozen languages and have won over fifty international film and television awards, including the selection of The Middle East series in the 1987 Academy Awards Best Educational Documentary category. Again, with Denise Boiteau  David launched a French-as-a-Second Language TV network. He has also served as Media Delegate to the Gulf States in the Middle East for the Ontario Government. He speaks French, German and Arabic and has a First Class Honors B.A. in Modern Arabic Studies from Durham University and an M.A. in North African Literature (Arabic and French) from Cambridge University, including post-graduate study at the Sorbonne. He also completed a number of years of post-graduate work towards a Ph.D. in Media Studies with the late Marshall McLuhan at the University of Toronto, as well as at UCLA, comparing the effects of Roman, Arabic and Chinese script. In addition, David has had extensive training in television production and screenplay structure at the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, the National Film Board of Canada, Ryerson Polytechnic, the Public Broadcasting Service and UCLA, as well as attending a number of Hollywood screenwriting courses.
zlib_text: Reckless For The Billionaire
  
  By
  
  Evelyn Rosado
  
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  The cab driver did say it was going to be a record low that night, but I had
  no clue how cold it would really end up being.
  
  I stood in front of my door and reality set in. My stomach dropped.
  Humiliation poured over me. The stark-white paper, taped to my apartment door,
  flapped in the wind. I didn’t want to go inside, but I had nowhere else to go.
  My bottom lip quivered.
  
  I could have sworn I paid it. Why didn’t they call me? I paid it, didn’t I?
  How could they do this?
  
  It wasn’t anyone’s doing but my own.
  
  I snatched the shutoff notice off the door and pulled my keys out of my purse.
  The wind was piercing cold. It howled and several leaves flew up in a
  whirlwind surrounding me. It was going to be a cold night. Frigid.
  
  A few leaves followed me inside. I stepped on one. It made a loud crackle.
  Rust and gold-colored fragments lay on my doormat. I didn’t bother to sweep it
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