Kelly reclined at her desk with her booted feet up on the edge of her desk. This was not generally a position she could use since she always wore a skirt instead of the pants most women in her position chose. Kelly never understood the need for a woman to fit in or look like a man in her field. She wasn’t a man. She was a woman so why not dress like one and still run in the boys club. The music in her earphones blared loudly as her foot tapped out a rhythm. Kelly could not carry a tune if it had a handle but that did not mean she did not sing. She just kept the music up loud enough to drown out her own voice.

Kelly Bordeaux