I still remember the day our boss introduced Samantha, the new mechanic. The guys were skeptical—hostile, even. A woman fixing cars? They mocked her, filled her car with trash, threw greasy rags at her, and even locked her in the repair pit overnight. I stayed out of it, unsure what to do. But Samantha didn’t flinch. The next day, she rolled up in a sleek black Bugatti. We were stunned. Stepping out, cool and composed, she said, “This Bugatti is worth more than all your salaries combined. And guess who owns it?”
