I turned away from the table and walked toward the front door. Sarah, the hostess, opened it for me.
“Good night, Ms. Davis,” she said.
“Good night, Sarah,” I replied.
I stepped out into the cool night air of the Third Ward. The streetlights were humming. The wind was crisp. I buttoned my coat, checked my vintage watch, and started walking. I had a meeting at 8:00 in the morning. I had a new building to design. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t walking in anyone’s shadow. I was casting my own.
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