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My anxiety had reached a peak by the time I headed for the Vault sometime after 9:00 pm. I was like a new employee eager for time to pass so I could finally meet my objective, while simultaneously questioning my ability to handle the situation. My plan was to appear as a wealthy playboy interested in partying. I had withdrawn $1,000 to make sure I had enough for the entry fee. Todd mentioned $500 and I wanted some extra in case the price went up.
I climbed into my Porsche dressed only in a long-sleeve black jersey, blue jeans, and high-top Nikes and added a cheap gold necklace that appeared expensive. Except for the earrings, I copied the outfit of a pro basketball player who had a reputation as a playboy around town. I had debated upon wearing a disguise in the event I encountered a
