The “D” day arrives and against all expectations, the interview goes well. The man who contacted her actually works for a major video game studio. He didn’t lie to her. He’s nice, understands her disillusionment and promises to do everything he can to ensure that this type of misogynistic “treatment” doesn’t happen again.
Next competition. Maya is more determined than ever. Her sponsor has paid the fees, equipped her and accompanies her. He knows she is talented. He also tells her how pretty she is. Too pretty perhaps and not “highlighted” enough as he says. What if Maya’s outfit was tighter than her teammates’? Lighter too. It’s so much prettier. Again.
- “” “For us, it’s much better.”
Yet she accepts. After all, it's a small sacrifice that could finally allow canada phone number data her to be recognized at her true worth by winning her first tournament...
Focused on her game, Maya forgets her outfit and doesn't see the sidelong glances, the exchanges around her, her sponsor making contacts and the hands shaking. Deal done.
She plays. Galvanized by the support she thinks she has found, she achieves her best score. But does not win the competition. No.
-”You’re great, really an extraordinary player, but well. If we make a girl win… You understand… It would be really too complicated.”
The wall again. The refusal again. The limit always and that same glass ceiling. You are a girl.
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