...but this time we're up on the 60th floor and we're outside with a view.
I am the lone woman in a sea of black suits at dinner. We talk of profitability and taxes and traveling to Asia and broken fiber optic in the ocean and how they want me to fly to Canada in the winter and Manila in the summer.
And I smile and drink my martini. I'm still here in fairyland.
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