It was addressed directly to me, with my name!
Joan, on the other hand, made a beeline for me after the meeting.
I was pouring myself coffee in the break area when I heard her heels click sharply behind me.
“You embarrassed me,” she said in a low hiss.
I turned slowly, met her eyes, and said just as softly, “Good. Now stop.”
Her mouth opened again, then shut.
Her face twisted in something between disbelief and insult.
Then she turned and walked away.
From that day forward, Joan never once forgot my name!
She also stopped using pet names like “girl” or “honey.” And maybe most surprising of all, she stopped talking to me altogether — unless she had to!
There were no more fake smiles. No backhanded compliments. Just silence.
Honestly?
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