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September 22, 2007
“Close the door,” he said. Lydia wanted that damned bottle of port, but realized she was in a compromising situation and would have to leave it. “Close the door,” he repeated. Standing erect, face forward, her eyes in direct contact, she replied: “I will, I’ll close the door behind me as I leave.”

And she did.

She determined to find a different path, one less fraught with men wanting her, demeaning her. She determined to follow a path where men and women were equally remunerated. She decided to follow a path of earned power. She worked hard to get there.