Her heels clipped the floor as she walked quickly down a long, bright hallway. She liked the sound of them, liked the feeling of confidence they gave her. They added two inches to her height and it was anybody’s guess how much they changed her personality, her way of navigating the world. She’d always believed that if you put on the costume, you could play the role.A posh business suit, something tailored and understated in the right color, (she preferred wine red or navy blue) could make a powerful statement. Her make-up would be flawless, her hair pulled up in a loose chignon. She knew she had a pretty face, a nice figure. If she played up her assets, she could easily charm anyone and get anything she wanted. However, wasn’t that the problem in the first place–her sense that the world would always fall into line and yield up to her whatever she needed? And now she’d gotten herself into a mess. 
You’d never know it to look at her, but she was in debt up to her eyeballs, drowning in a morass of credit card bills. She kept the bills in a neat stack on her breakfast bar at home, all of them unopened, of course. It was her brother who had convinced her that she had to face facts, stop living in denial, and get her financial troubles under some kind of control. Denial had been so much easier. Now, she was walking through this official-looking building to meet with some perfectly odious man who would advise her on her finances. Her brother had said something about debt consolidation, payment plans, and credit counseling. She’d wanted him to come along, but he had not been able to get off work, so she had to face it alone.
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