Working an office job in a predominantly male company was easy enough at first. Faxing out resumes, writing paperwork, organizing emails. It was a good source of income for a relatively simple job.

Until you’d earned both a raise and a promotion to be the manager, Andrew’s, assistant. Your fellow co-workers didn’t take much of a liking to that, believing that they were more deserving of a reward just because you’re a female.

Oftentimes if you made your way through the desks and cubicles to get something per request of Andrew, the whispers around you wouldn’t go unheard.

”She probably thinks she’s better than us.”

”There’s no way she got that job without giving some special treatment.”

”Just watch, soon enough her skirts will be getting shorter.”

”She won’t last long, trust me.”

It was beyond aggravating, and you wanted nothing more than to turn around and give them a piece of your mind. It was all just the words of toxic masculinity and misogynistic nonsense. But, you’d made a vow to never stoop that low, and to just get on with your job.

Well, that was until Andrew heard the comments himself while leaving his office. The man immediately quieted down upon his arrival. But it was too late, he heard everything.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now get back to work before I have a word with both you and your wives.” He said firmly, his expression softening as you approach with his requested cup of coffee.

“Thank you, love. Do you mind if we have a quick chat in my office?”