She wears perfectly neutral blazers, delicate gold necklaces, and those shoes that click authoritatively down the hallway. You know the type.
My colleague has mastered being “nice” in a way that cuts.
For instance, she’ll compliment you on your shoes, then slip a pin under your skin, like taking credit for your idea.
She’ll laugh at your joke, then cut you off in a meeting as if you’re the intern who wandered into the wrong room. But the most infuriating thing?
The thing that made me question whether I was losing my mind?
She kept “forgetting” my name — but only in meetings.
It started subtly.
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