Hello, my name is Gillian Dupont. Normally, I’m a practical, very conservatively attired business woman. At just over 30 years old I still went to great lengths to hide my statuesque 37-22-34 figure from the male power mongers I have to deal with in the every day corporate world in which I dwell. I wear little or no make up, no perfume, and even keep my honey blond hair, dyed a donkey brown, up in a severe bun at the top back of my head while wearing these horribly plain totally useless eye glasses. I’m married you see, and I’ve always thought that my husband John was more than enough man for me to handle in bed, for one thing, and for the second thing, why bring sex into a business relationship when it only burns both parties, and achieves no goals. I loved my husband of seven years dearly, and didn’t think he’d appreciate my giving out sexual favors just for advancement on a few corporate ladder rungs, and too, him being a doctor, I’d have hated to come home one day carrying the clap, or something worse that I’d contracted from one of my peers.
Being left alone, that is to say, not being chased after, has allowed me a great deal of freedom that I wouldn’t have had otherwise, which is probably why I advanced so fast to such a top executive position as I did. No ones wife thought I was being chased around her husband’s desk, and none of the males felt threatened by my superior work.

• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 2)
• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 3)

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