Her stiletto heels could slice through a balance sheet. Of all the projects and companies in her portfolio, she passed through in the Metaverse. Her brown skin glistened in this augmented reality. She became acquainted with the other business leaders. She kept looking over the portfolio.
“You all have great chances to fill the position. However, I must pick only one of you. So, if you feel some type of way about not being chosen, save it for your therapist.
They all looked at one another and knew that they would be axed if they made the slightest wrong move.
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Breath issued from Angelica’s mouth. The weight of the baby put her into her chair. Her curves managed to say she had not been with child the whole time. There seemed to be a fantastic ideal swimming somewhere in her mind about the hazards of caring for two. She grabbed a magazine and fanned herself, knowing that she expended more energy in that effort sitting still and letting the air conditioning do the job. No, she told herself, without struggle there is no triumph. She switched on the television set. The picture looked as people had been replaced by blue aliens and she just watched her soap opera, void of extraterrestrials for this time.
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