Sharing My Story
Steve wasted no time and got straight to the point, asking about the client meeting. With my heart pounding, I carefully recounted everything—the comments, the recording, and how uneasy it all made me feel. He listened closely, scribbling notes as I spoke. When I finally finished, he looked directly at me and thanked me for coming forward. “This is serious,” he said firmly. I nodded, a wave of mixed emotions washing over me—relief at being heard and apprehension about what might come next. From this point on, the next steps were out of my hands.
Sharing My Story
Whispers In The Hall
As I stepped out of HR, a few coworkers glanced in my direction, their faces unreadable. Fragments of whispers drifted through the hallway, as fleeting and unpredictable as leaves on a breeze. I straightened my shoulders, determined not to betray the tension simmering beneath my composed exterior. “Just keep walking,” I reminded myself. The office buzzed with its usual energy, yet I felt as though I were moving in slow motion. It became clear—the rumors had already spread.
Whispers In The Hall
