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“I’ve called you here in light of some serious allegations that have been
made, which directly involve you.”
Something dropped to the bottom of my stomach, and I felt myself
blanch.
“Oh … okay.” I cleared my throat. “What do you want to know?”
The woman inhaled deeply through her nose, as if she was readying
herself for something.
“Lina,” she said, using a tone that I had heard from my own mother—
comforting but also admonishing—“we both are aware that Gerald knows the
right kind of people, and frankly, I will never understand how someone so
horrible manages to make so many good ‘acquaintances.’ ” Her fingers airquoted
that last word. “But as much as he has remained untouchable so far,
that doesn’t mean that he can’t be knocked down. For that, however, we must
do something. We should at least try.”
I felt myself nod, still trying to process what Sharon was telling me. She
was admitting to being on my side. Not only that, but also she wouldn’t
remain a silent bystander.
“If that’s something you want to do, we can work together on an
employee formal complaint. I can help you. You’d need to sign it and submit
it to us, and after that, I’d try to push for a thorough investigation. I know
many complaints are ignored, but more than a few people having your back
will make a difference.”
More than a few people?
“What …” I trailed off, shaking my head. “What people? I don’t
understand.”
She flicked her nails on the table, tilting her head. “After the altercation in
the coworking floor, a number of people came by my desk to inform me of
what had happened. Half of them wanted to file the complaint themselves,
but just like I told them, it has to be you.”
“I … I just …” My gaze fell on my hands, resting on my lap. I felt my
heart expanding with gratitude. With something else too. Realization. “So,
they are on my side? They have spoken on my behalf and not Gerald’s?”
“They are, Lina.” Sharon smiled. “And they have. I know people like
Gerald often go unpunished; it’s how the world works sometimes. But that
doesn’t mean we should stop trying to change that, does it? Doesn’t mean
that we stop fighting.”
Her words reminded me of the ones someone had told me, begged me to