“Big chest, tight waistline—don’t think I don’t see what you’re trying to do. Even if you’re just a pretty face, you should at least know what decency means in a workplace!”
My dress wasn’t never meant to be sultry “seductive” at all! It’s what I wear so I can meet clients at any time. How could my dress be as not decent as Elsa makes it sound?
Besides, what kind of “pretty face” stays up all night writing project proposals, with dark circles she can barely hide?
Seeing that Elsa wouldn’t let the matter go, Elias sighed helplessly. “Ms. Torres, from tomorrow on, wear pantsuits to the office.”
I glanced at the extremely hot weather outside before nodding without much expression.
It would be a lie to say I didn’t feel bitter.
When I was young, after my mother passed away, I nearly drowned from my own grief and distraction. It was Elias Weber who saved me. So when I decided to gain some experience before inheriting my family business, I chose to work in his company.
Even when the Webers’ group was at its lowest point, I stayed by Elias’s side, helping him bring it back from the brink of death. The two of us were simply boss and subordinate. We were friends, work colleagues.