A power cut - serious enough so ensure no more work today, so we were all sent home…not before being told we would have to make the time up by worki...g late over the next few days.I turned the key and opened my front door, picking up the assortment of bills, circulars and charity bags that had been deposited through my letter box. I sifted through the letters and placed them on a table, not wanting to be bothered with them now. As I turned to enter the lounge I heard the voice of Amy, my. I'd been forced awake at two in the morning by an achingly full bladder, a groggy dash for the bathroom to relieve the pressure ensued, and as I washed my hands after, there she was, looking back at me from the mirror."This is as good as we could do Sam. Relax. Get some sleep tonight. The same reinforcements that have made you faster and stronger and smarter are going to make people want to trust you and follow you. As long as you believe in yourself, so will they." Thank God!" I said in. .thanks, " I say, and make my way toward the back, past the restrooms and down a narrow corridor.I arrive at a red door marked, PRIVATE ROOM THREE. My heart is thundering in my chest, I am about to meet you face to face. Should I knock? Of course not, stupid, says my brain. He said he is waiting for you!I take a deep breath, and open the door.Part TwoThe room, though tastefully furnished, seems to be empty. I look around. There are two couches, one facing the other, each with their own side. I guess the unusual situation made me consider that everybody knew what I was in the neighbourhood to do, and it made me uneasy about my presence here. I again waited for a few minutes with my back propped up against the car door. But at this point I new I was only delaying the inevitable rendezvous and decided to meet my fears head on.I glanced at the door in front of me, a small sticker read that any door sales men would be asked for identification before being admitted to the building, I.