When I first met Evander, I had only just graduated from college.
Design jobs were hard enough to find, and my specialty, intimate apparel design, was even more niche.
To keep myself from starving, I had no choice but to take an ordinary job first.
And yes, it was at Evander's company.
As a low-level employee, I normally would never have had the chance to meet Evander.
But at a company dinner, I saw Evander in person for the first time. That night was also the first time we ever spoke.
My team lead at the time was a lecherous older man. While I was assigned to his project, he harassed me constantly.
I never imagined he'd try something at a company dinner.
I'd tucked myself into a corner to avoid everyone else. Then the drunken man pressed in close, his breath reeking of alcohol so
