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Thinking of such a heavy story, I just can't feel happy.
This is a confession of guilt
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We silently watched her skillfully prepare.
Once again, she was brought out to make a presentation.
By now, we had lost count of how many non-project leads had been brought out to present this month.
The first time, she was quite at a loss as well.
In a daze, she followed her supervisor out, offering up her first time.
Then, little by little, she gradually got used to it.
She got used to hearing about projects she had never even heard of at presentation sites.
She got used to putting aside her actual work and traveling for most of the day.
She got used to listening to her supervisor boast after making a presentation.
She got used to being a vase.
After all, the other female colleagues had gone through the same thing.
Habit is truly frightening.
And we, too, had grown accustomed to seeing this scene.
As long as you were a woman and not too unattractive,
you would become the most popular girl, the “J girl,” frequently singled out to be brought along to presentations.
This kind of scene had long been commonplace at this company.
Everyone was angry, but no one dared to speak up.
Would it do any good to say something?
In the end, the women would all resign.
There was no stated reason, but everyone knew the reason.
No one had ever been able to hold the position of “J girl” for long.
When crimes are dictated by authority,
we must all understand that there is more than one perpetrator.
The entire system has a serious problem.
And how has our sense of justice been twisted?
The soul has fallen so deeply into the abyss.
When
did I sell my own soul?
We passionately discussed this irrational phenomenon safely behind our screens,
yet in reality were filled with helplessness toward the company's system and cold indifference.
Even if the harm did not come from us, there was no way to escape the identity of perpetrator.
The distance between us and evil is this close.