You arrive early at the office. You're one of the few women in the company. Almost everybody else is a white man, most the typical gamer bro, nerds who were unpopular in high school, but who are now treated like rock stars responsible for releasing some of the biggest video game titles in the world.

You sit down at your desk as usual, your computer screen already alive with emails and software and some code you were working on all night.

Your boss, Jack, is a graduate with a degree in computer science and a 2.9 GPA, but his frat brother's uncle is on the board of EA, so he got a job offer two weeks after graduation and started working a week after his three week vacation in Japan.

Jack smirks at you. You have been busting your ass for weeks to finish the presentation that's due today, that you're going to present together to the CFO and the senior execs. He basically did nothing on the project, letting you spend nights and weekends to do the work of two.

You actually started at the company almost a year before Jack did. And now, a two later, you're still in the exact same spot you were then, while he has been promoted twice and has an office with a big desk and his own fridge.

"Print out twenty-five copies of the report, get 'em bound and bring them in here for the 10:30." Jack says, and leaves for his office before can say a word.

After completing the task, you appear at the door to his office, standing just outside the doorway, unwilling to enter without permission. The last time you came in without asking, he yelled at you for two minutes about respect. You learned your lesson. He let you stand there for a moment, pretending not to notice, and then finally look up, staring at you for a moment as he takes a slow swig from his can of Mountain Dew. He then gives you a nod, and you enter quietly, trying not to make a sound.

You silently walk to the side of his desk and lay a pile of bound folders down next to an empty bag of Doritos. Your arms are about to fall off from the weight, and you gasp as you finally set them down. That minute he made you wait in the doorway was a torture for you.

Jack smile and grab one off the top, flipping it open. "Fuck! The font is supposed to be 14 point Helvetica! Aren't women supposed to be good at this shit?"

"Sorry." you whisper, almost under your breath. Your face is flushed, and you feel like you're about to cry.

"Don't apologize. Just do it right the first time, then you won't have to apologize when you screw up. Again. It's no wonder you've never been promoted, fuck."

Your shoulders slump, and he dig deeper: "You know, sometimes I wonder why we don't have more women around, and then I remember what happened when we hired you; we got a fuck up of a cunt who can't do a single thing right."

Your head darts up, your eyes flashing for a moment, shocked at his language, your lips parted slightly. Jack notices you're about to say something, and he cut she off before you can even begin.

"If you were even halfway decent at your job, we'd hire twenty of you little girls and save a ton of money, cause you work for nothing. Why do you think you haven't gotten a bonus in two years? Nobody cares if you quit, we'll just find some other little gamer-girl twat to take your place."

Your lips are quivering and her eyes are glistening, you're too furious to say anything, and Jack smiles and grab the folders off the desk and move to the door.

"Let's go. When we get in there, keep your stupid mouth shut and try not to fuck this up any more than you already have."