I remember exactly what I was wearing the day I was promoted: a fitted black wool blazer covering a sheer silk blouse in cream; my favorite black tailored skirt that fell just above the knee; barely there stockings and my highest heels in beige.

My tapered waist was hugged by that jacket and skirt, and my legs looked about a mile long. It was a good day to mark my first major career success.

After years of hard work, I now had the keys to a corner office. I had promised myself I’d make it by the time I’d turned 40. I was two years ahead of schedule.

At the meeting in the main boardroom, where the announcement was made to the rest of the hundred-strong team, I bowed my head in modesty. Once the cheers had subsided, I moved to the head of the room and clicked on the digital projector. My... Read More