Sexual Harassment 4 - Because We Can

The Pig

He sits in his office, distant, aloof. He is not one of us. We are not equal to him. Quarterly, he treats us to food and drink at a bar to be nameless because it's rarely the same. But the routine is always the same: a round of drinks, junk food for drinkers, a speech about how far we've come. Then the first group heads home. And another round of drinks. He is friendly now. One of us. "You need something stronger, Sam. C'mon, Phil, you've earned it." Another round. There will be five or six left. Always one or two newbies, pleased to be near the boss. Always one of the newbies will be a woman of not-quite-tender years - i.e. 28-35 - attractive enough after three drinks, maybe even after none. But she will have stuck around. And he will buy her the first of many specialty drinks. And real food - or, maybe, the brandy-dipped strawberries at $5 a pop. And, by eight o'clock, she will be the only one left with him - of her own choice. And within the month, after her embarrassing night, she will have resigned.