I was perfect as that shining example of department progressiveness, refuting all the institutional racism that guys like Jones and Johnson had been d...aling with all their careers and the reports of rampant sexism.Once they were sure, the word went out – make a pass at Belle Markham or even treat her badly, and the Commissioner himself would kick your ass out the door. Other women had to put up with the casual sexism, and sometimes overt hostility, but not me. Others might have heard the word. She dragged her big pink suit case and walked proudly over to the entrance of what would be her home for the next three years. Grinning proudly, she made her way over, looking directly at the door, not really paying much attention to where she was going when another young woman walked past and Scarlett ran into her by mistake. The young woman fell to the floor, her fancy Prada heels breaking as she fell to the floor with a great big thud. The young woman's name was Elisabeth and she was a very. I took a deep calming breath, steading the butterflies that crashed about inside chest. I had two options before me, open this door and face something that could potentially be the path to the rest of my life, or leave, and forget this mess. I closed my eyes. I knew I only had options in theory, not in practice, I knew I could never have the strength to walk away from this. From him. I had imagined this day for too many years. I grasped the cool metal, turning it slowly, drinking in the. Lynn’s eyes go wide. This isn’t at all what she was expecting. Eris picks on of her apprehension.“What you saw out there isn’t how it is with every trainer here,” Eris begins to explain. “Rob is a dick, plain and simple. Me? I’m like my mother said, soft.”“Why am I here?” Lynn asks, meekly.“We are a business. Well, we run a few businesses,” Eris says kindly. “With these businesses we need product, and you like the others you came here with are that product.”“But you didn’t look like you wanted.