Hushed whispers between the other female executives told me to join this club. They promised it would push me outside of my comfort zone and give me the adventure I craved. I rolled my eyes at their dramatics but completed the application. The passcode arrived a month later.
I hurried to the non-descript front door and punched in the numbers sent to me on a keypad. The door clicked open, and I was alone in a small lobby. I looked around for a clerk of some kind. I knew that my appointment was for this evening and I wasn’t late. I walked over to a small table pushed against a wall. A little blue sign in a bowl of fortune cookies was the only indication that people were welcome in the otherwise dark and foreboding room.
The sign read: Choose one. Read more