Her mouth was as dry as the Mojave Desert, but the ball of nerves coiled tightly in the pit of her gut took the cake. Worst case scenario? If she threw up now, would she feel better? Probably not. The brass numbers that read 1608 on the door glimmered in the low light of the hallway. As a couple walked by, she pretended to look for the key card in her purse. When she heard the elevator ding, only then did she exhale. What the hell am I doing? she thought for the hundredth time. Trying to maintain a three point seven GPA, that's what. In her final year of corporate law, she needed money to complete her degree and get out of debt. The string of student loans she'd acquired the last three years hung like a noose over her head. She despised owing anyone, least of all the Government. Debt did strange things to a person's self-esteem. It made them make decisions that perhaps weren't too smart. Standing here now, she was certain this was one of them.
