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I am glad you are pleased, said Mma Ramotswe. You have broken the glass ceiling that stops secretaries from reaching their full potential.Mma Makutsi looked up, as if to search for the ceiling that she had broken. There were only the familiar ceiling boards, fly-tracked and buckling from the heat. But the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel itself could not at that moment have been more glorious in her eyes, more filled with hope and joy.
by Alexander McCall Smith
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Mma Ramotswe expressed her happiness for Mma Makutsi, acknowledging her achievement in overcoming the barriers that have traditionally limited secretaries. This acknowledgment signifies a breakthrough not just for Mma Makutsi, but for women in similar roles, highlighting the potential that can be unlocked with determination and perseverance.

Mma Makutsi, in her moment of triumph, looked around for the metaphorical "glass ceiling" she had shattered, only seeing the commonplace ceiling boards above her. In her mind, however, she envisioned a magnificent and hopeful transformation, as if she were experiencing the artistry of the Sistine Chapel, representing her newfound aspirations and the bright future ahead.

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