Ezar

They say first impressions last. Mine of her? Difficult. Cold. Untouchable. She was the kind of employee every company wanted—efficient, consistent, never late, never careless. The kind that didn’t need supervision. And yet… she never smiled. Not at jokes. Not at compliments. Not even at small victories. Especially not at me. “Good morning, sir,” she would say—always polite, always distant. Sir. Never anything more. Never anything less. At first, I thought it was just professionalism. Then I noticed something. She treated everyone the same… except men. Short answers. No eye contact. No unnecessary conversations. Walls. Always walls. And for some reason… I wanted to know why.