Stacy opened the door to her office and breathed a sigh of relief. She nestled herself in her chair, taking in the view of the city down below. As she looked down at the specs of people jostling past each other, her reality began to sink in. Stacys family was running out of money, and as the bread winner of her household, the pressure was on her shoulders. Today was the day she was going to ask for a promotion. She had been through it with her friend Emma, who had assured Stacy to book a meeting with Harry, her boss. She had always felt slightly intimidated by his presence, and hated to confront him like this, but she had to do it. If she didn’t get this promotion, her family would have no food, and with rent increasing they could lose their house. Harry could come in at any moment, and her nerves were still running wild. She was too restless to sit, so Stacy rose from her chair and began circling aimlessly. Her gaze found the mirror, and she stared back at herself. Stacy wondered where life would have taken her if she had pursued modelling instead of finance. Just a few years ago she had a blossoming career in the modelling industry, and was getting many good offers from big agencies. Stacy only stopped because her mother talked her out of it, highlighting that modelling was “too explicit”, and that she “didn’t want men fantasising about her daughter.” As she recalled this life-changing decision, Stacy sighed regretfully. Ironically, she would probably be more financially secure if she had chosen her passion.