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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
Chapter 23:
The Parable of Purpose
Check-in for two nights at The Venetian was as
friendly, professional, and smooth as ever. The next
morning, my speech was a hit. Two hundred and thirty
pharmaceutical engineers and salespeople. Standing
ovation. Lots of congratulations, book signings, and
questions afterwards.
By 12:45, I’d thanked and bid farewell to my client
and her staff before they moved on to the next event.
The cleanup crew moved in as I headed out the
door into the marble-floored grandeur of The Venetian.
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.
A young woman carrying a small string bag and
dressed in a crisp white cotton shirt with a short blue
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