We were alone in the conference room one night. It was a long day, but he called me out earlier for not attending evening training… even though I was doing leaps and bounds better than everyone who attends evening trainings.

I think he just wanted an excuse to spend more time with me, and being in a position of power—my field training advisor—he was somewhat limited on what he could say.

So despite the ungodly hours we worked so far, I decided that tonight I would stay for extra training. I was wearing a navy blue dress with a wide cut decolletage and nude heels that elongated my legs to perfection.

“Since you insisted on my being here, I’m taking my shoes off.”

“I like those,” he said.

“The shoes?”

“The toes.”