Maria tried to assure me that the supervisor’s flirtation wasn’t that big of a deal, but I didn’t believe her. So throughout the next day, I made many excuses to leave my desk to swing by Maria’s.
Just after lunchtime, I finally caught him.
I had just left my desk to head to the bathroom, when I spotted Craig, one of the supervisors in Maria’s section, leaning into Maria’s personal space. She was sitting at her chair with him behind her, his hand resting on the back of her chair.
He was staring straight down the top of her shirt.
Maria hunched into herself, clearly uncomfortable.
Anger lighting a fire in me, I changed course and headed directly to her desk.
“You don’t have to pretend with me, Maria. Shy girls don’t wear tops like that,” Craig said, his voice sickeningly low. “You wa
