At the end of a long and demanding Friday – and an equally relentless seventy-plus-hour workweek – Franzi, a successful corporate hotshot at the center of Frankfurt’s male-dominated financial district, finally shut down her laptop. She wished her associates a good evening and weekend, gathered her things, grabbed her handbag, and left her office on the 34th floor, determined to reward herself with a proper dinner and a drink – or two. Franziska – as her staff respectfully calls her – wore one of her many tailored two-piece skirt suits, seasonally paired with black, soft-shaft boots. As she strode past his desk, her assistant muttered a barely audible “Cute.” Franzi paused, turned around, and responded with one of her captivating smiles and a soft, effortless “Thank you.” His face immediately flushed crimson. First things first: bubbles (I hope you remember my posting on bubble classification and denomination ). A stylish bar downtown provided exactly what she...
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