Laws of Attraction

ting long shadows on the bustling city streets below. Amidst the throngs of hurried professiona

ng epicenter of commerce and ambition. From a young age, she had been captivat

t exuded both authority and elegance, Amelia navigated the crowded sidewalks with a purposeful stride. Her dark hair, center pa

and-steel tower. As Amelia stepped into the lobby of the imposing building, she could feel her heart racing. This was t

hat it is run by men only, thank goodness the receptionist was a female, but it didn’t make Amelia

n his office on the 20th floor." Amelia nodded, a sense of both excitement and thrill coursing through her. She stepped into the elevator, her reflec

ly to attend college and later law school. Her journey had been marked by relentless determination,

mas and awards, testaments to the firm's legacy. She couldn't help but feel a sense of aw

voice called from

Hawthorn, a distinguished man in his early sixties with a shock of silver hair and white properly lined

t," he said, gesturing to a plus

taining her composure as she met his gaze

essive things about you, Amelia. Your dedication, your intellect, your drive. But I'm a man who bel

ng you didn’t mention, the twenty-six other lawyers are all men and believe having a woman on the team will be a breath of fresh air not just for the office but also for the clients. You might have thought of hiring a woman but Sir I am Amelia Greyson and no one can play me better than me, I’m not a feminist an

ker of interest appeared in his eyes. "Bold words,

sir," she replied with

ns for client development, and her strategies for fostering a more inclusive work environ

ney to the top of Hawthorn & Associates was far from over, but she had taken the crucial first

bitious woman in a world where men often dictated the rules. But Amelia was no stranger to adversity. She had honed her skills at Columbia Law School, where

ment to her unwavering determination. The office was impeccably organized, reflecting her meticulous natu