“This
is
an
alpha male
job,”
he
spewed
with
arrogant
confidence.
“This
business
is
dominated
by
us,”
he boasted.
“What can you
bring
to
the
table?”
He
smirked.
Answer
him
wisely.
Naïve
is
this
man.
A man’s
table?
A man’s
world?
The
Alpha
men.
Brought
here
by
women.
Amidst
hurdles
and
obstacles.
The egg
lies
in wait.
Until
out of
millions
one
finds
its way
in.
The
weakling
girl
transforms.
She
is
now
the
protector.
The fierce
one.
She
discovers
the
beginning
is the
hardest.
The
most
challenging.
The
riskiest.
She’s
petrified
but
undaunted.
She
observes
and
manages.
The
first
sign.
An
awakening.
A
flutter
then
a
thriving
kick.
Internal
strength.
And
power
from
deep
within.
Patiently
waiting
for
months
and
months.
While
nourishing
and
supporting.
Knowing
life
is
resilient
and
sacrifice
is
quiet.
Taking
courage.
Laboring.
Pushing.
Delivering.
Belief
that
survival
is
crucial.
Reassurance
that
all
is
possible.
Cracking.
Shattering.
First
the
table.
Then
the
world.