After My Boss Smear My Reputation, I Got Her Fired
Language: en
The moment the conference room doors closed, I knew the thirty-million-dollar contract was in the bag. I had barely snapped my laptop shut when my department manager, Valerie, marched over. She crossed her arms, her eyes raking over me with a sneer dripping in condescension. "Nice battle armor," she mocked. "But honestly, as highly educated women in the corporate world, we really shouldn't be subjecting ourselves to the male gaze." I paused, genuinely confused, and offered a polite explanation. "I was hosting VIP clients. Dressing professionally is just basic respect, isn't it? Besides, it…