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 ›