Escaping a husband-tyrant, ending up without housing or means to live—this is only half the trouble. The much scarier part is to get through the interview and land a job as the boss’s assistant—“the Rock,” a two-meter giant who instills fear in subordinates just by his appearance. Especially given that a day before I’d already ended up in his hands after falling from a fire escape, boldly sat in his car thinking it was a taxi, and then—instead of gratitude—also snapped at him.