The concrete tunnel of stairs went up and up and up, MJ's outstretched hand pulled her along the cold metal railing while her black pumps echoed around her with a slow, monotonous thud.
Why did I wear these shoes today? she thought. And all for nothing.
Her conservative two-piece suit was the expected attire of any serious New York businesswoman.
I don't think I'll ever reach the top.
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