Grace
Sometimes, the best way to shut someone up was to put them in their place.
When I was younger, my mother always emphasized beauty. To her, a beautiful woman always had her way in life. That was the only reason she could tolerate me, because I was beautiful. I never understood the obsession. People told me I was pretty, men flirted, women compared each other, but I never thought beauty was the currency of my worth.
That was why I never hesitated to dress this way. In fact, it was far more comfortable than how my mother wanted me to dress. I didn’t need to pile on makeup, or wear heels that dug into my feet, or push-up bras.
But ever since I joined this company, my appearance had been belittled, mocked, and humiliated, especially by the woman in front of me.
Piper.
I was the kin
