Tw- ⚠️ Sexism, Domestic Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Spiking, Sexual Harassment, Implied Sexual Assault, Gaslighting.

Day 1

“I work hard, all day getting this family on its feet and just a little respect, a little-“

“Don’t mind me” ruffles her red smile shining through the feather duster.

“Anyways” he sits back in his armchair a glass of scotch in his hand “I work hard, and a bit of respect would be appreciated- I mean I don’t see” he turns to his wife “And I- well- you understand darling, don’t you?” He skilfully faces his comrades for a quick ego boost, his glass still in his hand. “I don’t see Jennifer working hard at the office, I mean even the ladies there are a couple of, excuse my language, a couple of well- sluts.”

“Hey Roger, I get what’cha mean, we’re all working hard making the money around here and what do we get, a bunch of blonde bimbos waltzing around the office like they own the place, I mean to think they’re the boss of, and I hope you don’t mind” he puts his hand into the air his wedding ring shining from the light “The smarter and more intelligent sex, they should be home like you’re beautiful..” he says staring bellow Jennifer’s neck leaning back a cigar clenched tightly between two fingers. “Wife.” smiling to himself sleazily. “She is a beauty” says Roger ‘gently’ tapping her right thigh, a row of cheers coming from his ‘friends’

“Excuse me” she says walking out of the living room her hand across her brow. Grabbing a large sip of his drink he glares at the floor “This is why you shouldn’t employ women, aye?”

Day 2

“Honey I’m home.” He puts his coat on the coat rack and slams his brief case on the round table in front of him. “It’s eleven o’clock.” Says Jennifer.

“And? I had a work thing”

“You smell of alcohol.”

“Probably from yesterday, had an important meeting, you know how it is.”

“Roger-“

“Now come on where’s my dinner?”

“It’s cold.”

“So make something up, can’t be that hard.”

“Roger- I’m tired, the kids are in bed”

“You’re tired.” He laughs

“I’ve been at work, working my ass off. Do you understand?” He pauses his face wrinkling with anger “Do you?”

She shakes her head.

Angrily he slaps her across the face, her face starts to tear up “Honey don’t make me the bad guy, oh honey come on!” She runs upstairs her hand covering her crying cheek “Honey it hurts me too, listen I’ll wait 15 minutes for you too be reasonable. Okay?” He walks away whispering under his breath “Women are so emotional.”

Day 3

“Penny, my office.” He calls out smirking to himself. “Mr. Walters you called me.” A tall blonde women with a baby-blue shirt and tight navy skirt goes into the office. “Take a seat.” He walks up to the blinds of his office shutting them from the outside. “You married?” She shakes her head.

“Live alone?”

“I live with my mother”

“Do you look after her?” She nods

“Then you know how strict you need to be with her” she nods doubtfully.

“Penny, it pains me to say this but, you don’t fit the dress code.” She looks shocked. “I’ve never noticed before”

“Listen, I’m a nice guy I didn’t want to say anything.” he walks over to a bar table and pours too drinks, spiking the one of the left. “Oh I don’t drink.”

“Penny you’re already on a thin ice.”

He hands her the left glass and she takes a sip. “Come on loosen up a bit.” He lies back smirking not even touching his goblet, as she starts gulping down the alcohol. “Penny?” He asks smiling “yeeah.” She slurs. “Be a doll and try this.” He hands her his glass as she drinks it sloppily. “Now about that dress code” he scans the poor girl’s body from top to bottom licking his lips tightly. “I think we should start to add reinforcements, what do you think?”

“Uh uh” still slurring her words barely able to move. “Alright then take off your shirt.” no response. “I’ll do it for you.” He starts to unbutton her shirt until the phone starts ringing. He picks it up angrily “Hello?”

“Mr. Walters, you’re wife has a message for you.”

“It can wait”

“But sir she’s leavi” he hangs up the phone. “Anyways, were we’re we?” He says facing a passed

-out-drunk Penny.