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I wiped my sweaty palms on my skirt before clutching onto my tote like it was my lifeline. Sam had suggested that I wear a pencil skirt with a silk shirt tucked into it to make a good impression. She’d even force me into a pair of pumps and have me drive her truck to the office.

According to her, I needed to look like an asset on my first day. Apparently