The host gave me directions on where to collect the prize money in cash before he turned back to his audience.

I followed his directions that led me to a metal door in the end of a dim lit corridor.

Rolling my eyes at the cliché setting, I knocked twice before a voice called out, granting me permission to enter.

Inside the room was a man sitting on an office chair behind a mahogany desk. His hair was thinning and from where I was standing by the door, he was wearing a ...