CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Epilogue -Two Years Later
It was close to Christmas, and I was at the annual Perfetto Christmas party. Though we were celebrating a record quarter with the rest of our staff, I spent most of the time hanging out with Astrid in my old office. We were working on a pamper product line for expectant mothers, like me. I had the new sugar scrub lotion on my sore feet on the other side of the desk where Astrid had unpacked the makeup samples and lined up her notes on her sticky pads. She had her own way about structuring her work.
“How about ‘Silky Sweet Scrub?’” she scrunched up her face at the name.
I smiled. “You’ll find the one that fits.”
I’d been busy too. I had my new institute of empowerment. A place for women and men to learn to protect themselves. The classes incl
