Offer her money

"The job pays you know" You explain. "It pays..."

She interrupts. "Oh, like I'm a fucking prostitute or something? No thank you."

And you start to laugh. You have a good, long laugh. Meredith shoots you a look of confusion to go along with her anger. She's pretty when she's angry. She probably doesn't realize it.

"You just accused me of wanting unpaid labor from you. Now you're mad that I want to pay you. I'm willing to guess that there's no way I can win right?" You know you have a good point. Meredith just sits silently and simmers. "But you plan on going back to school after all of this, right?" You ask.

"Not your business." Meredith snips.

"And you have loans, right?" You continue to make your case. More silence from her. "And you like, money don't you?"

"Money is a creation of the capitalist patriarchy to keep people oppressed." She answers.

"Okay." You stand corrected. "You don't like money. But you need money, right?" You know you have a point. She squirms in her seat. She knows you have a point too. "Come back tomorrow and we'll get started."

You wonder if she'll come back tomorrow. But you don't really wonder.

___

She's waiting for you in your office when you arrive the next morning. You smile when you see here.

"Fine. But I'm gonna fucking hate it here." She says.

You laugh again. You like having her around. She's funny. "It's your job. Of course you're going to hate it. Now get CNN on the phone, they want to set up an interview this week..."

The week goes pretty smoothly. As does the next one. The retreat does practically run itself. You get daily reports on how the attendees are behaving themselves - all well, and how many have signed up for lessons already - about half. Meredith continues to be cold toward you, but she does her work and she does a good job. She's conscientious.

___

It's about a month and a half into your stay when the first issue with Meredith arises.

You show up in the morning, surprised to find her squeezed into a tight, short, green dress. It looks good with her red hair, still frizzy. It hugs her curves well. You can't help but take a moment to look at her plump tits. It's not that her breasts are that particularly well exposed in the dress, it's that, well you've never quite seen her decolletage before, and suddenly a part of her flesh that's been hidden to you, is now on display.

"Don't stare at my breasts." She snips.

You chuckle. "Okay, okay. I just thought that outfit..."

"Is what they're making us wear now!" she says angrily. "You think I want to be dressed like this?"

You grimace. You don't recall any plans about mandatory uniforms or dress codes. You thought the whole idea was to make these women comfortable.

And maybe it's because Meredith can see your displeasure, she goes on. "Yeah, the guy in charge of our wing said that we weren't coming along as well as the other women in this place, whatever the fuck that means." She's fuming mad

"You don't like wearing that." You say, just to get one more confirmation.

"Do you think I'd ever want to wear something like this." Meredith rolls her eyes at you.

And you know that it's time to be decisive