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He rushed in the office with his bag in one hand, and coffee in the other hand; steam is shooting from his coffee cup, and he has eaten more than a dozen doughnut.

 What on earth has he been doing last evening that cause such glutton the next morning? He sat up all night in the bar drinking rum and rolling the dice. He had an hour sleep and ten minutes to wash his feet and in second the cab was at the door to take him to work.

He scanned the double door spilling coffee on the shining floor, he had a pleasant smile on his face, but he woke up very late. He got stuck in traffic and the hangover cause him to vomit and so he purchases a hot cup of coffee at the doughnut shop and hurry to work with his bag pack on his back.

Monday morning is setting in, and the universe began to sing, the traffic has backed up on the street and the temperature is raging above eighty degrees. A bus and a truck collide on the road and the wrecker had to pull it over to the other side and this cause a long delay.

How can you explain this when you are the boss, but your business partners can make you count the cost, he was extremely late when he reached the workplace, and everything seemed to be out of place and so he had to step on the break and work up the courage to face the music. Sometimes a little fun can cause your business to run down if your timing is not right; it can make you pay a high price.

He opened his desk top computer and saw a thousand emails with the title “you are late”. His assistant came in with a file, and a message that says, “you must do or die”; business was breaking down and everyone was moving out of town. 

He had lost his election bid and community anger began to spill, the political spender had move out of the town and trample their dignity to the ground.

There was a sizematic shift and everyone gather around; and when the temperature cools down, they unite and start to rebuild the business with courage and might. 

Trucks start to roll in and the people in the street start to sing, the street become alive and money start flowing in the night.

 Shops opened their doors, and they had goods galore; the customers came back to town and build the unity from the ground.

 They understood what it was all about and within a month the broken bridge was rebuilt, and the people could not be merrier. 

You must watch the timing before your roll the dice the goal is to make a billion dollar every night; you have got to fulfill this painful sacrifice.
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