As I tucked in the envelope and was getting ready to leave, I remembered I had only my fixed blade knife with me. I started doubting myself and paranoia set in. If I was going to meet them, I should be prepared and I felt unprepared. Was this the path to self destruction? I asked myself. Doubting yourself. What if I took a sip of a the whiskey in Peter's kitchen? I had to chuckle at this thought since am Muslim and don't drink but I had to acknowledge where the thought originated from. It originated from a fear that was long neglected due to a misplaced self-confidence. It was time to face my fears and test the theory of a plan I crafted 3 years ago. Sensing all these questions and emotions on my face, Peter called out, " You know if you are going to be facing them, asking for your mentor's advice is not a big deal" "You don't even believe that yourself" I said It was true. He and I knew we couldn't involve my long time mentor Mr X as I did not
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