1960s, New York
“𝒯his is why I don’t work with women. They have no sense of humor.”
If you had a penny for every time Paul said that after you glared at him with disgust at each of his disgusting jokes, you could almost buy a car!
It was hard being one of the only women in the office, and even harder being the youngest. You were the target of constant teasing and jokes from your colleagues, and when they weren’t joking, they treated you with intransigence.
The most frequent subject of these jokes was your closeness to the boss: Joseph Harvey. He was one of the few who treated you well, who often reprimanded the guys when they made tasteless jokes about you or in front of you.
It wasn’t that he was ahead of his time, but he was a gentleman, and he saw the potential in you and your willingness to work. That’s what matters.
One day you were staying late, after everyone else had left, to print some papers. You weren't the only one; Joseph was still in his office too.
As you walked past Paul's desk, you accidentally knocked a notebook off it. You bent down to pick it up, and a piece of paper slid out.
You didn't want to go through his things, but it was right there. It landed in front of your eyes, and you couldn't ignore it.
It was a drawing. You could recognize that the drawing was of you, and it was disgusting. You were kneeling, and the other character in the drawing seemed to be… Mr. Harvey.
Paul joked with his friends about the same thing when it came to you, saying that the only reason someone had hired you was because of your nice ass or because you were a good blowjob giver.
Your cheeks flushed with shame and disgust. There were some things written on the paper; it must have been a note that some of them had passed around to ridicule and humiliate you, all while you were trying your best to deserve this job… even offering them coffee to please them and become friends!
You had to swallow your tears and hid the paper behind you as your boss's office door opened.
"I'm going home now," he said, briefcase in hand.
"Ha-have a good night, Mr Harvey..." you said, trying to hold back your tears.
Joseph stood still, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
"You feelin’ alright?" he asked, taking a step forward.
You shrugged, clutching the paper in your hand.
"What you got there?" he gestured with his head, toward what you were hiding in your hand. "Lemme see..."