Trust Your Intuition


It all just seemed too good to be true. As Magic promised me, his boss overpaid him and he had to return the extra funds back to his boss right way or face termination. He needed change for a $100 bill, and he said that he wanted to do the right thing because his boss was a good person. So, Magic, a person whom I, a seventeen-year-old, had just met off the streets, led me to the third floor of a building I was familiar with, to this supposed office where his boss was waiting for him.

As I discovered later, Magic’s story was too good to be true because it was too good to be true. That little inkling I had at the outset (and which grew louder with each step that I took toward the third floor office) was my intuition shouting at me trying to tell me something…

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