The Competitive Edge Playing The Game IIIChapter 44 The Dance
I was nervous as hell. Why am I nervous? Because you don't know how this is all going to turn out, said the cautious Sean, perched on my shoulder like an albatross. The game is afoot, as the British say, and I'm in it all the way. You're an idiot, retorted the cautious Sean, just before he disappeared. I adjusted my bow tie for about the twentieth time. I was standing in front of the full-length mirror on the back of my parents' closet door. I was wearing my father's tuxedo. My...