Caroline had been at her job for a few months but had a hard time fitting in. Her colleagues, a bunch of catty, older women froze her out, because they believed she got the job on her looks, that she slept her way into her position. There was no truth to that, but her boss, Mr. White, had looked at her hungrily during the interview and always stood way too close while they talked. It was her first job out of college and she had actually been surprised she got it. Caroline had done nothing to encourage him and had rebuffed his advances several times, but her colleagues had seen how familiar he was with her and wouldn’t believe her when she told them nothing was going on.
One day, Mr. White came to her desk and invited her to join him on a trip to Vegas for a weeklong trade convention. He said she would learn a lot, make lasting and important connections and so on, although the bulge in his pants suggested he had other motives. Caroline thought about it and accepted. They would have two rooms, so she could stop his advances. And he was right, it could be good for her career. Perhaps she'd find another job where she'd be happy.