“I’m not buying make-up!” he growled.
“That is up to you Luke. You are however required to wear a minimal amount of make-up, which is provided,” she said, turning her eyes on his little bag.
“This is ridiculous… making men wear make-up.” he proclaimed, glaring down at himself. “…and heels!”
“We demand the same from our ladies,” she replied. “We are, after all, an employer that prides ourselves on our equality policy.”
Luke tutted and turned toward the washroom door. We demand the same from our ladies, he thought. He can’t imagine any woman working in such a menial position as a hotel porter! He pushed open the door. His heels clacked loudly on the tiled washroom floor. It’s a tiny room with one WC, one hand dryer, and one sink with a mirror behind.
