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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
Chapter 20:
Help Me Find My Purpose
Check-in at The Venetian was smooth and friendly.
The next morning? Two hundred and thirty engineers
and salespeople. I got a standing O, signed a bunch of
books, and answered questions. By 12:45, I’d shook
hands and said bye to the client and her crew. On to
the next thing for them.
The cleanup guys rolled in. I headed for the marble
jungle of The Palazzo Lobby. Good habits taught me to
check I’d left nothing behind. I dropped my shoulder
bag onto a cruiser table by the door and took stock. All
good.
Then she just walked in.
A young woman. Small string bag. Crisp white
shirt. Short blue skirt. Purpose in her step. Dark hair in
a ponytail. Freckles. Cute. She dropped the string bag.
Soft thunk. No smile. No hello. Just those eyes.
Piercing. Direct.
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