Jill had woken up early that morning. She wanted to be at the office before the others as she had a meeting at 9:30 sharp and wanted to look something over before it began. She’d had an idea during the night and this meeting was a dreamed opportunity to submit it to the board. If they liked it, this would mean a huge step forward for her. She just needed to check one last thing to make sure it was feasible. “Please let it be,” she prayed silently as she rushed into the rue Souveraine at the corner of her street.
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