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Overtime.

And lots of it.

Perhaps that was the ticket.

The ticket to happiness. The passport to waltzing into any room and having all eye focused like a laser beam . . . only on you.

The drop dead silence as every posh nish nosh dropped his and her jaws.

That all too-hard to attain little smile and slight nod of approval. So minute, it was almost negligible.

Yet, what a trophy if you got it.

And her self-esteem would rocket through the roof.

It would be a one way journey to the farthest galaxy in the universe.

She just knew it.

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