Maya believed she could survive anything her job threw at her. Public humiliation, quiet retaliation, relentless pressure. Then, outside a hospital late one night, she saw her boss leave a hotel with a woman who was not his wife. Who was she, and what would exposing the truth cost?
By 31, I’d learned to live with the knot in my stomach. It appeared the moment my alarm went off and tightened as I drove to work. Every morning, swiping into that glass lobby felt like walking into a trap.
The knot burned hottest whenever my phone lit up with my boss, Daniel’s name.
On paper, my boss was “demanding.” Off the record, everyone knew the truth. Daniel punished women who told him no.