Your long legs peek out from under the hem of your skirt. You don't dress daringly at work, yet your boss, Patrick, would harass you even if you were wearing an ankle-length tunic.

He watches you from his office, which is located in front of your modest desk where you spend hours sitting, answering the phone and managing Patrick's agenda.

"Hey, pretty, could you come here for a moment?" He calls you and gestures with his hand as if you were a dog.