The last thing Maria heard before she jumped was 'You won't do it'. The voice was still softly calling in her head but it was easy to ignore. The jump was figuratively speaking, of course. Just a few pen strokes and the deal was done. The jump felt great and it felt right. Even if she had second thoughts, there was no going back now. The paper had already left her hand and was carefully tucked away in an envelope by the person sitting across from her. Patrick. The one who had just taken over ownership of the company she had built: FoxScape. For more than 6 years she had dedicated her life to just this one purpose: to raise above all the competitors and to shoot for the stars. Reaching success she felt compelled she had to let go.

The following moments became a blur. Somehow she had safely walked three blocks and entered the park without realizing she did. Her world was upside down. The voice in her head was screaming by now: "You dropped everything, everything you've ever worked for. You shall not survive the next half year". Cocking her head she listened closer. It was not just one voice shouting, but a multitude of voices. It seemed to her as if her whole family was standing next to her, teeming with rage. Maria was headstrong and felt more resolute with every step she took. It was time.

Maria reached inside her leather handbag to grab her phone and dialed a number almost forgotten. 'Hey. It's me, Maria. Could you please pick up your mail, get some milk and cheerios in the house and set up that fabulous couch you have? I need a place to crash'. An affirmation was given, flight details were exchanged and the phone was hung up. The 30-something old brunette who had just cashed out her own company slowly sat down and ran the grass through her fingers. The sun was shining. The warmth inside her body was bursting through. Exhilaration coursed through her veins. Adventure awaited.

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