Claire later finds Braces—or Mary—crying in the ladies' room.
"Claudia's always like that," she sniffles. "Treating me like I'm worse than shit."
"Then why are you still working for her?" Claire asks, a commiserating hand on Mary's back. "You don't deserve to be treated that way."
"Yeah," Mary says, wiping her tears with the back of her hand now. "I need this job. And besides, when you're on Claudia's good side, it feels really good. Claudia has promised me she'll promote me to manager if I continue doing things for her."
"Did you ask for a definite timeline of when that would happen?"
"She just says 'Soon, soon,' that is, if I continue to perform well as her assistant."
"How long have you been working for her?"
"Three years, give or take a few months."
Claire frowns. "She's been taking you for a ride."
"What do you mean?"
