She opens her eyes. She knows something’s changed.
She picks up her ringing mobile.
“Are you ready?” John asked. She mumbles, “Yes.”
She hangs up, leans back, and just stared at the ceiling.
“It wasn’t a dream,” she whispers disbelievingly.
She focuses her stare on her signature’s fresh ink on the multi-million dollar contract.
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