Who Is This Person?

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 tougher for women, and we had to work extra hard just for our opinions to be heard. Many of the alphas attending were older and stuck in their ancient ways, believing women shouldn’t hold the alph