Olga’s dreams were like a siren song, calling out to her with promises of a future she could not help but crave. She thought she had done everything required to secure it. She was a Princeton grad and an MBA, working for a prestigious Manhattan firm, with a rent-controlled apartment in a gentrifying neighborhood, and, most importantly, she was marrying the man of her dreams, an Ivy League lawyer, who would undoubtedly become a partner at a major firm before they turned thirty.
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