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taught. Why did you talk to me?”
     
    “Hmmm,” Donna contemplated out loud. “I guess I was
curious. It’s been a strange day. I came here to think, like you
said. I came here for more answers. I have been on a role with them
today. Coming at me from all different directions. Not sure why. I
sense I am at a turning point with everything, but I don’t know a
damn thing about how to make money without punching someone else’s
time clock.”
     
    “Ahh that last sentence,” Peter said. “The truth
comes out. Pretty frightening. I mean you could fail if you step
out. Lose everything you have, even if it isn’t much. Right?”
     
    “Yes!” Donna answered excitedly. “I don’t know where
to start. I don’t know the steps after I start. I don’t know. It’s
the same emptiness over and over again.”
     
    “It’s interesting that we haven’t talked about men or
a particular man,” Peter noted accurately. “Why is that?”
     
    “I figured out that the success I want isn’t about
the man who finds me,” she said. “I don’t know what it is. But for
better or for worse, the outcomes with men aren’t driving this. If
anything, I am trying to do this for me. That’s where I am at in
life. I think that’s a good thing?”
     
    “Just guard against making too many conclusions on
things like that,” Peter said. “It’s not men or love. It’s the
quality of people you share it with. The right person or people can
make a massive difference for you towards your goals. Especially
trying to corner the business world.”
     
    It finally occurred to Donna to ask.
     
    “Have you ever been in business?” Donna asked
carefully picking a tone which made it clear she wasn’t doubting
him.
     
    “I think the way to answer that question is let’s us
keep talking,” Peter said. “Trust me. I mean I am not going
anywhere fast. Look at me. It may not be fast but I am actually
going.”
     
    Just then, a black Cadillac, probably a model from
the mid-2000s pulled up. It had tinted windows. No one emerged from
the car to help Peter in any way. When he saw the car veer off
Manchester to the curbside he immediately broke route and shuffled
his way there.
     
    “OK, this is where we say goodbye,” Peter said kindly
and with a clear understanding that she wasn’t invited to help him
to the car.”I have this friend you should visit. There’s a plastic
surgery clinic in Compton. Ask around and you’ll get the details
about it. Go there. You’ll get a big time business education
fast.
     
    Remember it’s always about the big idea and then
marketing it some how, some way. The messenger is critical. I am
betting you’ve already been told you are a heck of a messenger.
Whoever said it, I agree. I don’t know what your idea is and it
doesn’t much matter. Go to the clinic. Don’t mention me or
anything. Just go there. Bring that same open mind that brought you
here today. See yah Donna. Until we meet again.”
     
    Donna noticed she was totally alone as the sun sank
down the horizon to the west and slightly south. There were other
walkers in sight.
     
    Suddenly the air and the realization of the level of
work this climb to prosperity would be, seemed very cold.
     
    …
     
    “We aren’t getting any market edge here,” Andrew
Symington said to his exhausted agency reps. “Where are the
supermodels? The game changing talents like we used to find and
get. If we are getting that lazy just getting by on our big name
and Beverly Hills address, than we’re finished. Here’s the thing, I
won’t let that happen without a fight. I’ll lop off heads here
first. Get some people in here with hunger and vision. My God
people. We used to define beauty and then everyone followed.”
     
    With that, he calmly and with determined
self-assurance got up and walked out the door leaving eight
suddenly very fearful people there to talk it out.
     
    This was becoming a more and more typical scene.In
fact, it was happening