My Husband’s Secretary Kicked Me Out of the Elevator Because She Thought I Was an Intern. I Was About to Tell Her I Was the New CEO… Until I Saw What She Was Wearing on Her Wrist.
Press the floor you were told was not yours.
Tell them who you are only when the telling will protect more people than it will soothe.
And when the doors open on a floor that used to belong to a man who called you sweetheart while he built a trap in your name, sit in the chair without asking whether you look like his type.
You are not there to be his type.
You are there to run the place.
PART 8