Sarah

The rhythmic tapping of keys and the persistent, muted trill of the office phones provided the only soundtrack Sarah needed. At 5:30 PM, the junior agents at Miller & Associates were already checking their watches, but Sarah was just hitting her stride. She sat behind her mahogany desk, the glow of three monitors illuminating the sharp lines of her blazer and the cool composure of her expression. ​She didn't just sell houses; she curated lifestyles. As she clicked "Send" on a million-dollar counteroffer, she caught her reflection in the glass partition. Fifty looked better on her than thirty ever had—mostly because she finally knew how to use her power.