Businesswoman Chapter 179

Loreen looked at her smartwatch. She had spent the morning and late afternoon crafting her course on Chancery Courts in Delaware. She had an expression on her face that spoke of quiet resilience. With the fight against lethargy long gone, she focused on her role as a closer. Her white blouse and blue jeans seemed to comfort her. They hugged her tiny frame and allowed her the ease of just standing in front of her desktop computer.

The deal she planned to close had to be a grasp of the way the courts functioned. She fought it. She wrestled with it. There appeared a barrier between her and the work itself. Like a chasm separating her from finishing this last portion, she constructed a bridge.

When she at last had an idea, she spoke into the word processor with vim and determination. To struggle against something that required simplifying a complex institution, she had no room for errors. Her face lit up as more ideas flooded her consciousness like a broken fish tank.

She shifted her weight and cracked her toes in her icy white sneakers. Bullet points became like oars on the white water rapids of the intellectual scene. Loreen wanted to inject every bit of her energy into clarifying, and making every point sing.

It remained a particular piece of her writing, that sense of making the opaque glaringly obvious yet subtle somehow. That’s what made Loreen Breen Loreen the Businesswoman. She continued to talk into the word processor. She walked around, not in nervous distress but confident understanding. She did this to remind herself of her lofty position and to never take for granted her role as the financial ambassador to her state. Then she forgot that notion. Loreen just concerned herself with being the best generator.