#231503 - It didn’t matter that she was an honors student in High School, on the Dean’s list for three years at State and graduate of a grueling MBA program. There was also a handful who talked down to her as though she wouldn’t understand the conversation; that group also included a couple guys who glanced down the front of her blouse when they could and who leaned out to watch her rear when she walked past their cubes. The apartment complex was newer, built in a style that was a poor fit to the suburbs; the buildings had a sort of industrial look with brick and metal exteriors that were intended to attract a mostly-younger demographic, primarily young professionals in their first serious job after college and a handful of college students from the State University that was just another five miles down 21.