She entered her new office, impeccably dressed, sharply focused, ready to slog and start the career she had always dreamt of. The cynic had murdered the romantic years ago, and had defined every step leading her to this moment, this interview. The door opened, and she stood up to shake hands with her future husband.
P.S. Ok, so 55-fiction can be a little addictive, and am in no mood for quality control whatsoever :D