She works all day – not simply 9 to 5, but from the second she steps out of her slippers & into her stilettos to the time she takes them off. Each day is a battle, awakening to wipe off the smudges of sleep & on the warpaint, the mascara & the lip stain of struggle. She steps into her suit, ready for combat, & arms herself with quick words & cutting glances. A few quick strides down the hall. A final deep breath. She opens the door & steps out into the streets. It’s a jungle out there.