the months of Clara and July. Pete, sharing the same sentiment, devoted himself to his work. His diligent efforts were fueled by the desire to enjoy qualit

and food whenever requested, flawlessly managed dockets, met all deadlines without

a potential new client, George Andrea. George, an old college friend from law school, was pursuing a doctorate in geo-physics. Despite

ve him a call to offer congratulations. Recently, Pete got wind from a colleague that Andrea Offshore's current legal counsel was stepping do

him significant recognition within his firm and industry. Over the past two weeks, Pete and George had been in regular commu

eduled for Friday, May 27th

button so she could hear and speak with Pete through the phone speaker. She had grown accustomed to answering his calls i

was quick and res

ed up, "Jasmine, darling, have you tak

eplied, "I have! I'm just about

we grab some lunch? There's a Thai place

Jasmine's voice, "Oh

et's meet at the elevator

um, one thing..."

's up?" Pet

in your office for a min

se," Pet

th Pete was rather embarrassing, and she preferred not to share it within earshot of Eva, her less-than-fri

d closely with Mrs. Beverley Salinger, the firm's lead and founding partner. Eva, at 28 years old, was older

it. Using a small mirror on the cubicle wall, she primed her hair and blouse.

ous because no man calls you 'dar

pered under her bre

he entered Pete's office, immediately feeling more at ease upon seeing him, despite the impe

s, asked, "S

fingers, Jasmine began, "Well, um... Okay,

prompted. "And w

"Apparently, someone filed a complai

"Your clothes? What was

she received, her attire was deemed inappropriate by Bella, who criticized her skirts as too tight and blouses as too revealing. T

ed and promised to get new clothes. I bet it was Eva; I can't stand her.

her, Jasmine. For now, try to keep the

, si

e emails, and let

that now, give

g so trivial. He felt Jasmine deserved better for her hard work. While she finished

aunted her. "I must say, I'm surprised. I figu

rted, "If they were, you'd be

a whore AND no shame.

ng painful memories from her past. Anxious and flustered,

ties in a bunch, although I doubt a slut like you would be wea

asked, "Why woul

be making a good name for yourself around the office. You wouldn't want to

he verge of tears,

he confronted Eva, " It was you..

he completed her emails, wiping away her tears. She left her cubicle, determined to prioritize lunch with Mr. Reynold