“Are you sleeping with her?” my boss asked his second-in-command, the man who’d hired me. The question was asked about me, in front of me. In front of everybody at work.
He offered to move me laterally—neither up nor down, but sideways, to a different job. At his side.
I asked his previous assistant what she thought. “If you value your mental health,” she said, “don’t do it.”
She was honest. I was grateful.
I said no. I was free.
Sara Lynne Wright
Mountain View, California
