“Mr. X” waited for everyone to clear out, steered me to a dark corner of the room and told me to sit down.
I was shocked to discover that while he looked barely middle aged with some gray hair, he was actually in his mid-sixties.
He moved to light a brazier with a special type of incense he claimed sharpened the mind (which I later found out was frankincense-weird, right?), and told me I would need it.
The thick white smoke slowly curled upwards as he fluidly grabbed a chair, flipped it around, and sat on it backwards, arms crossed on top.
The burning intensity of his eyes pierced through me; I felt exposed, almost like I had done something wrong.
Rain fell in sheets against the towering windows and I saw the last of the lights go out in the foyer. We were alone…
He gazed at me for a long, silent, moment and told me I looked skinny.
And, that he understood I was working, in real estate, a big money profession – what gives? I should be doing great financially.
I told him of my struggles with Wealth Attraction and how I had been working my ass off, but just couldn’t seem to get ahead.
I would generate business, but at the last second, something would go wrong.
Mr. X’s reply was simple…“Follow me.”