I don’t need to beg for a seat at the table anymore — and as a powerful Woman of Color, neither do you — It’s 2006, I stepped into the cool, air-conditioned offices of one of the biggest Public Affairs firms in the UK. With a pounding heart, a lump in my throat, and sweaty palms, I held my head up, grabbed my courage, and shimmied my way to the “newcomer’s” waiting area. As…