This story starts a few years ago. At that time, I was working in a small tech company in Montréal, Canada. (Apologies for any English mistakes I may make; my native language is French.)
So, one of my colleagues, Noémie, was promoted. She did not become my manager; she was given a small team to manage a project. We basically kept reporting to the very same manager, who also happened to be also the CTO and CEO, she just started to have people reporting to her.
So when the promotion was announced, we spontaneously all decided (about ~30 people) to go celebrate to a local pub a few minutes of walking distance from our offices. Everybody drank. And Noémie, because she was the centre of attention, drank way more than she should have.
At the end, we were basically the only two women left. And we were both obviously too drunk to drive our respective cars. So, I call my boyfriend and I asked him to pick us up. We all got inside his car. I was sitting in the passenger seat, she was at the back. And as he was driving, he doing some small talk. At some point, he asked her: “Do you have any advice for Caroline *(me)* about getting promoted? I know she would *love* it too!”