"By all rights, you'd be first on the layoff list. But if you're willing to follow my lead, study hard under me, keep me happy—I might consider keeping you around."
Nausea hit me in waves. I wanted to scream, to slap him across the face.
But I thought of my credit card debt. My empty bank account. Rent due next month.
My tears fell inward, and I couldn't say a word.
When I got home, I called my parents.
"Mom, the new boss sexually harassed me. I want to quit."
"Things are tight right now though. Can you lend me some money to get by? I promise I'll pay you back as soon as I find a new job."
Mahjong tiles clattered in the background. Her tone was flat.
"Don't even think about it. No work, no food. I spoiled you too much. Get back out there, keep your eyes on the paycheck, and stop being so sensitive."
"That's just how the workplace is—same everywhere. Men are all horny like that. Since this boss likes you, why not play it smart? Milk it for what you can."
Her mahjong friends laughed, teasing her for being so open-minded. My heart went cold. I swallowed my anger and decided to wait for my year-end bonus before making any moves.