A Fresh Start and a Very Short Skirt
The shareholders of the conglomerate led by Henry expected just about anything following the announcement of his forced retirement due to age. They expected to see him in a high-tech wheelchair, perhaps founding a new branch on Mars, or even having himself cryogenically frozen. Absolutely no one around the boardroom table was prepared for the complete transformation of their grumpy, hard-nosed former CEO into a young woman with long brown hair and a radiant smile. Standing before the mirror in her new minimalist apartment, Henry, who still answered to the same name, though it now sounded quite different, adjusted the sleeves of her white off-the-shoulder crop top. The lightweight fabric was tied in a delicate bow at the center of her chest. After spending nearly seven decades wrapped in structured, tailor-made three-piece suits and tight English ties, feeling the breeze directly against her skin was... a rather shocking taste of freedom. Giving herself a quick twirl, Henry smoothed dow...