Angela was enjoying being a new mother but the twenty two year old was getting bored with not being at work. The problem was breastfeeding her baby. There was no way she was going to give that up. And then she found her dream job, for a firm of solicitors that was so supportive of new mothers that they provided a creche. Halfway through her first days she discovered that the partners' real interest was in her milk, not her baby and they preferred it warm; straight from the breast.
The morning was predictably busy as she settled in and learned about company procedures. So much so that she almost forgot Peter’s mid-morning feed. On her way back, she saw one of the other young mums coming out of Hector’s office, adjusting her top. The woman was flushed and flustered; avoiding Angela’s inquisitive gaze. Surely not? Angela wondered. He seemed like such a sweet older man.
A little later, Angela noticed something else odd. Almost every employee below board-level was female and under thirty. Not in itself odd. What was really strange though was that almost all of them were new mums or heavily pregnant. Equal opportunities was one thing but this seemed like some sort of crazy positive discrimination. She started to get to know her new colleagues but they were very cagey about the whole thing, other than to keep saying what wonderful bosses their employers were.