After sending the last guest off, I rushed to the restroom and threw up.

My assistant Wendy quickly patted my back, waiting until I felt better before helping me into the car.

“Alicia, why do you push yourself so hard? It’s not like the company doesn’t have any men,” Wendy said, looking at me with concern.

I gave a bitter smile. “But none of them are at the right level.”

Today's client was a powerful publicly listed company. If I could secure their contract, the company wouldn’t have to worry about its performance for the next three years.

I learned that they had a taste for craft whiskey, so I...