Chapter 6

Humiliation Goes On

The first Monday meeting after the rule changes had barely ended when Priyanka Chopra, the once-arrogant white CEO, felt the first blow to her dignity. A senior manager—one she’d fired three months ago—grabbed her wrist after her forced polite greeting, yanked her close, and whispered loud enough for the entire boardroom to hear: “Show us those tits you think make you better than us, bitch.” Tears welled in her eyes as twenty pairs of eyes locked onto her trembling hands unbuttoning the crisp white blouse. The lace bra she’d worn for confidence was ripped off by a female VP who smirked, “Rules say bare, honey. No exceptions.”

By noon, her tailored skirt had been hiked up so often the hem was frayed. Each time she bent to retrieve a deliberately dropped pen—her bare asscheeks exposed—another employee would “accidentally” brush against her dripping slit. The Indian IT head, a man she’d once called “tech coolie” in an email leak, made her kneel while he fed her his lunch bite by bite, her lips grazing his fingers as the room chuckled. “Such a good pet,” he cooed, slapping her left nipple sharply when she hesitated. The welts matched the shade of her ruined pride.