That's What Friends Do
蘇珊娜·埃勒 / Suzanne Eller
Jack tossed the papers on my desk—his eyebrows knit into a straight line as he glared at me.
“What’s wrong？” I asked.
He jabbed a finger at the proposal. “Next time you want to change anything， ask me first，” he said， turning on his heels and leaving me stewing in anger.
How dare he treat me like that， I thought. I had changed one long sentence， and corrected grammar—something I thought I was paid to do.
It’s not that I hadn’t been warned. The other women， who had served in my place before me， called him names I couldn’t repeat. One co-worker took me aside the first day. “He’s personally responsible for two different secretaries leaving the firm，” she whispered.
As the weeks went by， I grew to despise Jack. It was against everything I believed in—turn the other cheek and love your enemies. But Jack quickly slapped a verbal insult on any cheek turned his way. I prayed about it， but to be honest， I wanted to put him in his place， not love him.
One day， another of his episodes left me in tears. I stormed into his office， prepared to lose my job if needed， but not before I let the man know how I felt. I opened the door and Jack glanced up.
“What？” he said abruptly.
Suddenly I knew what I had to do. After all， he deserved it.
I sat across from him. “Jack， the way you’ve been treating me is wrong. I’ve never had anyone speak to me that way. As a professional， it’s wrong， and it’s wrong for me to allow it to continue，” I said.
Jack snickered nervously and leaned back in his chair. I closed my eyes briefly. God help me， I prayed.
“I want to make you a promise. I will be a friend，” I said， “I will treat you as you deserve to be treated， with respect and kindness. You deserve that，” I said. “Everybody does.” I slipped out of the chair and closed the door behind me.