The first person to insult me on my first day as CEO was my husband’s secretary.
She stood in front of the executive elevator, looked me over, and smiled as though she had already decided my value.
“Custodians and interns use the service elevator.”
For a second, I thought she was joking.
Then I noticed the employees behind her dropping their eyes.
I wore a plain beige dress and low heels. For six years, I had managed overseas projects where hard hats and laptops mattered more than designer bags. Apparently,
