I needed to take a personal call, so I slid into the stairwell. This behavior is discouraged by The Company, but this was important and personal. I took my call, which lasted about 8 or 9 minutes. Then, through the gap in the stairs, I saw your shoes. You were standing there, head down, listening to me carefully, taking mental notes I'm sure. My half of the conversation would have revealed very confidential information that you could use to make me a mockery in the office. YES, I know that I have no right to privacy in the stairwell, so don't rag on me for that. But that you would stand there and shamelessly eavesdrop like that made me lose even more faith in people at at time when I thought I couldn't lose any more.
Then, I saw you standing there.
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