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I was finally on the front foot. Problems were stacked up all around me, but it felt good to be in control of solutions rather than absorb any more punches. As I strode through Columbia University halls, I realized how much I had changed in a matter of weeks.
The fellow students and faculty I passed, smiling, nodding, or too stressed for either, had no clue who I was, and neither did they care. It made me realize how sacred that anonymity was.
My mind turned to the meeting with Ethan and his team at Mindful. His situation was precarious; his dishonesty was a sad normalcy of corporate life, and I was perplexed about that. I recalled a precious moment spent with my father weeks before he died.
“Amy, trust me, you are destined for great things. It is in your blood, but remember, the less you talk, the more you hear.”
“What does that mean, Dad.”
“There will come times in your life when allowing other people to make their move is necessary. When their hand is revealed, let yours be played quickly and to devastating effect.”
As I approached my car with Greg holding the door open and Rania following with a team of trained killers forming a protective ring around me, I changed my mind and messaged Kyle.