It's a mix of joy and frustration, that the deal is agreed. The git actually commenting on your appearance, and surprised at your skills. An unfamiliar rage gripping you, at being patronised. You're tired of this sexism, and you've barely any actual experience of being a woman.
You turn to see Ralf giving you a thumbs up, and a beaming smile. The deal still felt incomplete, without any ink going to paper, the deal still hung in the balance. He's clearly forgotten his undermining digs at the start. Hell! He might not even remember making them.
"The higher-ups will be happy, we nailed this."
A muscle in your cheek twitches as the 'we', knowing full well he was silent throughout the presentation, and would've chucked you under the bus, if things had gone differently.
- - - - -
The customer too, felt polite, but also reserved and skeptical. You can't shake the suspicion that he'd have been more open to a man making the same pitch. You doubt he's planning on holding a full agreement over your head, the shudder running down your spine at the idea, of needing to socialise with him, to seal the deal makes your skin crawl.
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