My Sexist Boss Fires Me, Now He's Begging for Work

A line about "needing a woman's perspective" had me slaving away at that firm for seven years. What did I get for it? Mark joking with clients: "Women are just meant to serve, right, Lucy?" My anger got me fired, blacklisted, and unable to even afford rent. Everyone thought I'd come crawling back to beg for my job. Three years later, I'd become the legal world's most feared divorce queen and fierce advocate for women—with a future so bright it burned. And there he was, kneeling on the marble floor of my office, clutching the hem of my skirt: "I was wrong. Please, give me a job—even if it's cleaning toilets." I smiled down at him. "Mark, you look way better on your knees than you do standing."

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