Book3:WereMyDreamIs

dyouthfuttiresheusedtofavor–miniskirtandtanktop.ThewholebuildingwassilentwithnosoundofhumanactivityasshewalkedoutofherCEOoffice.Itwasthesilencebeforeanotherbusyaicday.Megginntooktheelevatorfromthe24thfloordowntothespaciouslobby.ShewalkedoutofthefrontdoorofWorldBank,andcrossedovertotheparkingstructurereservedfortheseniorstaff.Raisingherheadtotheblueskies,sheagaiherowninsignifioddingtotheparkinglotattendantshewalkedovertoherddroveaway,eagertotalktoAishaassoonaspossibleaboutthedecisionshehadmade.ShehadetothisdecisioninspiredbyAisha’swords,soMegginnthoughtAishawouldapprove.Asshedrove,Megginnthoughtaboutthedramatichappeningsthatenfoldediwenty-fourhours.Shedrovemoreslowlyandjustgotoffthefreewayexi