MY RICH DAD SAID “GLORIFIED MEDIC” AT HIS $2M PARTY

you out of this house.”

Everything stopped.

Even the jazz, mercifully, chose that moment to end a track.

I didn’t look up. I couldn’t. My hands were still working, counting, pressing. But out of the corner of my eye I saw the polished black shoes step forward. The sharp crease of dress trousers. The dark jacket heavy with ribbons and stars.

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