I dreamed of lobbing a nuclear bomb through the rift and taking out entire cities, but there were no more nuclear bombs. It was a childish fantasy but...the fact was undeniable. In those lonely moments I felt as if I was pissing in the chill autumn wind. I rummaged my memory for a better answer but found none.The day of my eleventh battle, the sky proved no friend. A thin drizzle of freezing rain kept irritating the skin around my collar and we were both grumpy. We were marching through a series. It was another insanely busy Saturday night, with all the tables filled and men standing two deep at the bar. By the time Belle arrived at ten, we had already sold three thousand tickets.The ten o’clock floor show was welcomed by the dancers, as they had a chance to catch a break while the Hombres and I did our act. They took turns sitting in the audience and whooping it up with everyone else. We had a loud and good natured crowd that night, so I tried out my newest version of Alley Oop. This. Only when the section head praised Carl for his work on the collaboration with Zhou & Chang, the biggest investor group in Beijing did I understand how my week was soured: he had clearly copied my incomplete report and investment proposal and just changed my name to his own. To say, I was shattered would be an understatement. I saw a smug, self- important bastard being paraded by my superiors off the back of my hard work. Well, at least there was Portia to look forward to. I somehow made it to. Hanna was more honest in her couched response. “Unbelievable.”“Laura ... what do you think?”“Wait here!” she ordered. She retrieved her phone and started snapping pictures.“These will come in handy someday!”“Can I see?” I asked.“If you can take it!”“Oh-oh.” I had to laugh at the image. I was struggling to describe it. I went the safe route.“Great job, girls! I’ve never looked better!”They totally lost it. They were howling uncontrollably. Laura hugged the two girls and I was the target of their.