Law of Attraction by Raeesah Ambarker EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Raeesah Ambarker
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Women just had to do everything, didn’t they?
Looked down upon until their help was needed, ignored until
they were of service to men; situations like these were typical in
almost every workplace or school environment. Men who believed
themselves smarter would scorn the advice of women, and take the reins until
they eventually tumbled off and needed help with getting back up. They
considered us the gentler sex, but men’s egos were the most fragile things I’d
ever come across. All I did was offer help. And did he accept? Big no. Did he
need my help now?
My heeled boots clicked against the floor of the foyer as I shoved through
the doors leading to the indoor ice rink. A gust of frigid air hit me and I
bound my jacket tighter around myself, passing the ice and heading towards
the long hallway. The door at the end was my destination and I mentally
readied myself. One interaction with him had already taken a hit to my
confidence. But I was back now and ready to throw his words back in his
stupid face. After a few deep breaths, I knocked, entering once I heard the
Coach Stanley Benson was new to USC, having been hired hastily when
the previous coach was forced to quit after his wife had fallen ill. It was a
major kick in the gut, especially to the team that was left deserted. I’d felt bad
at first because it was what the students deemed championship season,
although it was an all-year-round thing. It was something we all looked
forward to. An all-sports college competition where the University of
Southern California competed against the University of California, Los
Angeles for the Southern California Crosstown Cup.
But I no longer felt bad. All I felt was rage at the man in front of me, a
man who had walked into his new office with the confidence of a god—and
told me no because I was a girl.
“You asked to see me,” I mused, refusing to take a seat when he gestured
towards one. Coach Benson was a tall man, and I wasn’t an idiot. My height
was five feet and four inches on a good day; when I wasn’t slumping in
exhaustion. If I were to sit down, Benson would have the upper hand with his
long abdomen in his seated position.
My tone was clipped, accentuating that I didn’t have time to waste. There
were better things to do on a Friday afternoon than stand and listen to
someone speak down to you, a man especially. I’d just finished attending my
sociology of sports class when a freshman informed me that Coach Benson
wanted a meeting. Well, Benson could choke on his toes for all I cared. But
the curious part of me wouldn’t let it go.
How lovely it was to watch them crawl back.’
The last time we’d spoken, he embarrassed me in front of his new team,
the USC Trojans. I had offered to aid him, seeing as he was in an unfamiliar
environment, dealing with skaters he’d never met before, skaters whom I
observed for the past year because I attended every game. I had the marketing
and sports event management skills that were needed throughout the duration
of the Crosstown Cup. I could’ve helped him slip into his new role as the
coach. But he’d taken my offer as an insult. Men.
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