Workplace reviews and discussion: 寧斐御業有限公司

NO

He took me into his office, beside the open-plan area. The walls were transparent glass, and the door wasn’t closed either. I didn’t suspect anything. At first, everything was normal: he looked at my résumé, asked about my education, and reviewed my portfolio. Then, after casually looking through it, he started introducing what their company did—government contracts (with tourism and transportation bureaus and the like), app modeling, and so on. He said the work was very difficult and that my level wasn’t sufficient. Then, without listening to my experience, he told me to briefly describe my personality.

He said to me, “I don’t judge people by ability; I look at their attitude and personality. Even if you’re very capable, without decisive judgment, you can’t make it.” “Let me ask you a question. Suppose you usually communicate by email with a long-term Japanese client, and one day he comes to Taiwan for work and happens to be assigned to you for negotiations. Then he specifically asks to spend the evening alone with just the two of you. Would you be willing?”

I didn’t think much of it at the time and said that if I were taking a client sightseeing, of course there would be no problem. He then asked further, “If it were just the two of you alone at night, and he asked you to spend the night, would you agree? Wouldn’t you be afraid?”

He also started asking other strange questions, such as: “If you went to a hot spring today, where men and women bathe together and everyone is completely naked, what would you do?” My instinctive response was, of course, to say I would wrap myself in a bath towel... but I felt the question was really bizarre.

Then he kept pretending to be a fortune-teller, saying things about my aura, that he could tell at first sight whether someone was destined to meet him, that I had qualities others didn’t, that I had ambition and aspirations, and that my bone structure was different from ordinary people’s.

Next, he asked about my romantic situation: whether I had a boyfriend, how many people I had dated, whether I had had sex, whether I masturbated, and so on... He told me to distance myself from my boyfriend and move out to live on my own. After that, he asked some even more explicit questions. It was truly disgusting. He then said: “Suppose the two of us went into the wilderness today to collect and conduct an exploration, and your whole body was already filthy and you had no choice but to take a shower. If you happened to see a mountain stream but there were no screens or cover, would you strip naked and bathe in front of me? Would you even scrub each other’s backs?”

He: “Would you be willing to do whatever I told you to do?”

Me: “If it were something related to the company, I’d certainly be willing...”

He: “No, anything. I want you to give me your emotions, including whether you’d be willing to have sex with me and become my woman.”

“I’m willing to promote you from the ground up and have you work beside me as my secretary.”

“You can lose weight, but don’t lose weight in your breasts. I can only take you out if you keep them...”

I think my mind must have frozen at that moment. When I heard that sentence, my rationality completely went offline. I could only think about how I was supposed to respond. Because it was an open-plan space, people outside could see our interaction, so he spoke very quietly when saying these things (I also felt he was trying to prevent me from recording evidence), and said that this was a secret and so on. I could barely hear him without listening very carefully. Although he didn’t make any physical advances, the whole thing had already made me extremely uncomfortable.

He also asked me what “lewd” meant, then presumptuously explained that in ancient usage it meant “self-expression.” He wanted me to reach the realm of lewdness, break through myself, and become someone I normally couldn’t be. He also semi-forcibly added me on WeChat, saying he wanted me to show him a determined gesture.

I asked what he meant, and he said anything would do—text or photos. Before that, he had also told me some story about a woman sending him nude photos and masturbation videos at night after her interview, then disappearing (what the hell was that???). So obviously, I knew what he wanted me to do, but I just kept pretending not to understand. He wouldn’t give up and asked: “I know you really want it. You’re a woman with a strong sex drive, right?”

“Have you gotten wet down there? I’m sure you have! The opportunity has come, so don’t miss it.”

And then I left.