Nothing succeeds like the appearance of success.
She shuffled into the room alone and quietly took a seat in the back row, for the most part looking down at her shoes. She had on a red satin top that looked like it might have been pulled from her roommate’s closet and a pencil skirt that hugged her curves just a bit too snugly.
Her clothes spoke flashy confidence, but her demeanor was nothing like that. Instead of walking up to anyone with a greeting as bold as the blouse she wore, she sat by herself. After a few minutes, she headed to the buffet table where others clustered in easy conversation. She slipped through the crowds, placed a sandwich on her plate, and headed right back to her seat.
Although the woman ...