The old woman sat at the conference table, her eyes fixed on the screen in front of her. She was a powerful executive, and she knew how to get what she wanted. Her hands were busy as she typed away on her laptop, but every

The old woman sat at the conference table, her eyes fixed on the screen in front of her. She was a powerful executive, and she knew how to get what she wanted. Her hands were busy as she typed away on her laptop, but every now and then she would glance up at the other women in the room. They were all young and beautiful, with perfect bodies and perfect faces. But none of them could compare to this woman's beauty. She was a goddess among mortals, and she knew it.As the meeting came to a close, one of the younger women approached her with a folder in hand. "Here are some ideas for our next campaign," she said breathlessly, handing over the folder with trembling hands. The old woman took it without looking up from her screen, barely acknowledging her presence as she continued typing away at lightning speed.The young woman watched in awe as the older woman continued working without so much as glancing up at her or acknowledging her presence at all. It was clear that this was not just any old business meeting - this was something special between these two powerful women who had both achieved great success in their own right. And yet they remained separate entities - one an aging goddess with power beyond measure, and the other a mere mortal with no idea of what lay ahead for them both...