12 Steps For Courageous Leadership: Start your Journey now!

12 Steps For Courageous Leadership: Start your Journey now!

by M. W. Kublin with J. Mayer-Rodriguez

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ISBN-13: 9781456719388
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 04/28/2011
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
File size: 185 KB

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12 Steps For Courageous Leadership: Start your Journey now! 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
[Thanks for the feedback! Its much appreciated(?)!] <p> "Are we there yet?" Amara complained. They had been driving for eight hours, only stopping once. Amara's Yum Munchers were long gone. "Amara, please just be quiet and relax. We'll tell you when we're almost there." Her mother said, sighing. She decided it best to listen to her mom and relax, other than argue and make it worse. She hooked up her headphones to her iPod shuffle and turned on some music. <p> "Amara? Come on, sweetie, wake up." She jolted awake for the second time that day, realizing she must've fallen asleep. "We're here!" Her dad grinned, looking at her with an all-too-happy look. He helped her out of the car, making sure she grabbed her hat and placed it back on her head. She looked around and frowned. "What do you mean?" She asked reluctantly. "This is it. Our new home sweet home!" Amara looked at her parents in confusion and disbelief. "You're kidding. I though Caprew had beautiful modern appartments, with hot tubs and gorgeous mountain views. Not... this!" They were standing in front of a gray appartment complex, much more dated than their old one. It was sagging, leaning percariously to the left, while the right side looked like a wrecking ball had shoved it to the side. The rotting, wood porch creaked loudy, though no one was on it. It was ten stories, by the looks of it, and most if the windows on the tenth floor were shattered, or on their way to it. The cluster of mailboxes on the side of the place were rusted and cracked, the cheap paint peeling, and the only grass that was determined to keep living was dry and brown. <br> "Uh... it's the inside that counts." She said, trying to motivate herself more than Amara and her dad. <p> It's not. The inside had an almost identical appearence as the outside, with a small desk full of papers hidden in a small, dark corner. An elevator sat, empty at the back of the front room, its door's slightly ajar(?) and a stairwell ran beside it, leading to the next floors. Dingy carpet covered the floor and smelled of dust, complete with more than a handful of fuzz. Amara's dad chuckled sheepishly, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Well, at least the rent is low." Amara rolled her eyes and sighed. They walked to the elevator, her dad holding the keys. "Where'd you get them?" She asked. "The owner mailed it to us. Said he didn't want to meet up becuase it was a hastle." She shrugged and they got in, the doors sqealing in protest. Her mom pressed the button '6' and they stood there in silence. The elevator slowly made it's way up, groaning at all of their weight. Amara looked at the button panel curiously. 'Why is there no nine? Ten and eight are there.' She pondered. They reached the top, and the doors opened, Amara unsure of what will happen next. <p> [Hope you guys liked it! Sorry if there is some misspellings and what-not. Thanks!] <p> &hearts Amber &hearts
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Tres chic as usual, mai fraind.