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These days she was feeling the heat. Her old boss kept claiming her ideas until he was promoted to division chief. The new boss, twenty years her junior, learned all he could from her then downsized her. A trickle of unemployment benefits were left and the headhunters could only offer positions for half her previous salary.
Her once rising star had ellipsed and was now a dark satellite plunging down at the whims of existential gravity.
She sold her condo at a tidy profit, loaded her SUV with essentials, and headed West. These days she’s a blackjack dealer in Vegas.
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