![]() ![]() Stepping out, I’m in corporate nirvana, surrounded by sleek chrome and pristine glass, marble and limestone floors. ![]() My stomach feels filled with little earthquakes that just won’t quit, then they turn into a full-fledged roil when I hear the elevator ting at his floor. ![]() My blood is pumping-my blood is storming-my thighs are shaking. My riding companions step out on their floors one by one until I’m alone, riding up to the executive floor on my own. But I smile in reply-my smile nervous, nervous but hopeful, definitely hopeful. I think my mouth must be on vacation because I can’t seem to force it to speak. A handful of employees ride along with me, murmuring perfunctory greetings to each other and to me. I’ve never been so hopeful as when I board the pristine glass elevator at the M4 corporate building. ![]()
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