"I'm sorry," Ella's manager says. "The party's only for the engineers."

So it's not a mistake she's not on the calendar invite. Five months working her ass off the project, working late, wrangling twenty uncommunicative engineers into giving project updates, delivering on their milestones, being the one to tell the execs about the delays, gritting her teeth through the looks saying you're not technical enough and what do you even do anyway, and this is the thanks she gets.

Well, that's fine. She's going out tonight anyway; she'll buy herself dinner, and she'll have a better time than any of them.