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Future-Proof: Navigate Threats, Seize Opportunities at ICNY 2018 | Jan 22-26 at the Marriott Marquis, Times Square, New York

Susan was tempted to lock up and head for home like the rest of her colleagues. Floor duty was never thrilling, but the last few hours had been truly tortuous. No calls, no walk-in traffic -- just the lonely sound of the Muzak echoing through the empty office space. If it weren't for that darn goal setting class last month and the oh-so-close Cabo sweepstakes, she'd call it a day. But one more sale and she'd be the tanning beauty sipping Margaritas in February. With renewed determination, Susan dialed another past client and practiced smiling into the phone. "Hello?" Susan nearly leapt out of her skin! She hadn't heard the door bell, yet a lovely (but very pale) couple stood in front of the reception desk. The wife clutched a Homes & Land magazine in her well-manicured hands. Susan couldn't help but admire her blood-red manicure, and those very muscular fingers with the princess-cut diamond rings (four!). "Yes?" Susan stammered. "How can I help you t...