Freak in the Spreadsheets

Scent Notes: A green tea latte made with rice milk, stacks of spreadsheets printed on expensive legal paper, hints of supple leather and a fizzy glass of champagne with tart strawberries inside. Doris was sitting in the coffee shop across from her new job, drinking a rice milk green tea latte, and steeling her nerves. People had always underestimated Doris. When she was a kid in her small Southern town, she was teased for wearing hand-me-down clothes and having an old-fashioned name. As she grew up, she was teased for developing early and being a “brainiac” because she joined the mathletes. She learned to hide her body in oversized, boxy sweaters and to hide her face behind oversized, thick-lensed glasses. In college, she was one of the few women studying accounting who stuck it out through the whole program. Even though she was one of the top people in her class, all of her professors and most of her fellow students consistently underestimated her. Undeterred, she pressed forward and