The new girl mechanic was harassed by the guys, and the next day she pulled up in a Bugatti and said something that astounded us.

Currently, I am employed as a mechanic. The boss introduces a new girl, stating that she will be joining us as a mechanic as well.

The guys really went off the deep end! A female mechanic? They were in disbelief! They immediately begin to torment her, filling her car with trash from the surroundings, throwing their greasy rags at her as if to say, “You’re the woman, you handle the laundry.”

What’s even more frustrating? She was confined to the repair pit for the entire night. I chose to remain uninvolved, preferring to stay out of it. However, none of us anticipated what was about to unfold.

The following day, a sleek black Bugatti arrives, its windows so tinted that visibility into the interior is impossible. As we gather closely, the moment the doors swing open, a wave of astonishment washes over us all.

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