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Sophia Sleep didn’t come easily last night, and I figured I got an hour at most. A lot had been bothering me, and I couldn’t seem to shut my brain off. It was five-thirty a.m., and the meeting wasn’t supposed to start until eight. I knew I wouldn’t fall back to sleep, so I got out of bed and hopped in the shower. Once I was done, I dried myself off and dressed in a pair of dark grey dress pants, a sheer turquoise colored blouse with a white camisole underneath, and a pair of black stilettos. I wanted to look my best for this meeting, and this outfit made me feel strong and confident. It was both sexy and professional. I tied my hair up in a neat bun with a few loose strands framing my face. The only makeup I added was a little mascara and a clear gloss. These meetings were always toug
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