Hillary Davenport was running late. This was not unusual for the plain girl with golden hair. She always kept a full schedule. She believed that the busier she was the better her life would be. Idle hands, or so she told herself. Today she was increasingly flustered as she found herself dashing from one meeting to another all over the city. Perhaps she should have listened when her mother said accepting a job at Goldman Sachs while finishing her last year at Harvard was not the best idea. She dreaded becoming like the vapid heiresses in class who simply went to graduate school to find a husband.
Hillary was flying down the highway at 90 mph so that she would be on time for her appointment. She was coming from the registrar’s office, confirming she had completed all degree requirements to receive her MBA diploma later that Spring. She knew she had, of course, she was in the top 5% of her class.
She rummaged through her purse searching for her phone. In her rush to get on the road she had forgotten where she was going.
“Orthodontist – 5:30 p.m.” she said reading the screen while ignoring the road before her.