My Boss Called Me A Pig-Until My Uncle Came

Synopsis

"That's a lot of food. What are you? A pig?" Richard Grant said, his eyes fixed on my tray. At lunch in the cafeteria, he didn't even bother to lower his voice. As soon as he spoke, a few people nearby burst out laughing. "No wonder she's always cozying up to the higher-ups." "Big appetite, and thick skin to match." Claire Reed stood next to Richard, stifling a laugh. "Mr. Grant said that for your good. "A girl shouldn't let herself get like this. It's not a good look," she said. I said nothing, just steadying my tray. That evening, at a business dinner with investors and local officials, Richard pointed toward the far corner in front of everyone. "Emily Lane, you sit over there," he ordered. I didn't move. Richard shot me a condescending grin. "You haven't earned the right to sit next to me," he said. The whole room fell silent. I looked down and texted my uncle. [Are you here yet?]