“So what if he looked at her chest?” I asked. “Apparently you did too.”
“It was hard not to,” she admitted. “Hey, as long as he makes you happy. It’s not like he’s going out to strip clubs every weekend, or anything.”
“Okay,” I said. “Hope you had a good weekend, but I’ve gotta get back to work in a minute.”
We chatted about her and Neil and their neighbors for another few minutes, and then she headed to her own office.
Looking out the frosted glass window of my office door, I was pretty sure I saw Herman Banks walk past a few minutes later. Part of me wanted to leap out of my chair, hurry around the desk, and confront him, but I knew it would be a bad idea. That would guarantee no promotion for me, possibly ever.
It wasn’t like it was a promotion up to supervisor, or anything. Just another fifty cents an hour and a better parking spot.
I had to let it go.