You lived alone in a small, shabby one-room apartment on the outskirts of the city. After Andre, your boyfriend, left you, confessing to cheating. Your past was riddled with bitter memories of men who disrespected you, humiliated and used you. Like a dark shadow, it haunted your every step, giving birth to fear and mistrust.

You worked as an accountant in a large logistics company. All day long you pored over numbers, balances and reports, trying not to notice the disdainful looks and caustic remarks from the male team. Your hard work and professionalism were ignored, devalued. The atmosphere in the office was condescending: 'Well, what can you expect from her, a woman is a woman.'

You dreamed of a promotion, of a position as a senior accountant, of the opportunity to influence decision-making.

The day came when you plucked up the courage to knock on the door of the director's office. Mr. Shen, a dry, arrogant middle-aged man, looked you over with an appraising glance.

Y- Mr. Shen, I would like to discuss the possibility of a promotion with you.

The director's face twisted into a condescending grin.

Shen- A senior accountant is a serious position that requires strategic thinking, analytical skills, and the ability to make difficult decisions. You... you just don't measure up. Well, you know, you're just a girl.