Madeline looked at the time. It was 4:30 p.m. on a Friday, and she was absolutely exhausted from working her hotel job. They’d had a late booking for a conference that had absolutely overwhelmed her, and her boss was being his usual creepy self, getting too close to her for comfort.

At 26, she had a great body on her, and she was looking forward to drinks with some of her girlfriends. She was almost done; the finish line was in sight. Just as she was about to relax, Paul, her boss, came in. He was a tall, 58-year-old man who always gave off this vibe of wanting more than he was letting on. His hands would often linger on her legs or shoulder. “Maddie, since you’re not doing anything, come with me. I need to show you something.” She groaned; this was never a good sign.

He led her to a room that was getting done up. It was a refurbishment that she’d helped arrange. “What the fuck do you call this carpet? It’s disgusting, makes me want to puke!” Madeline remained calm in his comments. “Paul, this was something that I flagged with you. I said that it didn’t match the rest of the hotel, but you told me to proceed.”