The letter from prison

The elevator doors sighed open, revealing a gleaming expanse of glass and chrome that mirrored the steely resolve in Jennifer's eyes. Grumbling under her breath about having to wear formal clothes, she smoothed down the neat blue blouse that felt more like a costume than professional attire. Today was her first day as the sales executive in her father's tech company, a position she'd begrudgingly accepted.

The elevator soon reached her floor and she didn’t even wait for it to open fully before she squeezed her tiny self out, but as she stepped out, files clutched under her arm, she bumped right into someone in the hallway and the files went flying off her arms.

It was Marshall, the infuriating son of her father's best friend, who he had appointed as product manager – the third highest position in the company. A position, she felt, rightfully belonged to her, not just for her qualifications, but for her birthright. But her father, old-fashioned and subtly biased towards women holding t