About six months ago, one of the older secretaries at my office retired and was replaced by a younger woman in her thirties, named Faith, who transferred to Interministerial Affairs from the Ministry of Finance. By that time, I had been promoted to Portfolio Manager and had my own office. Faith was assigned to one of the other Portfolio Managers and the cubicle she was moving into was situated just outside my door. Someone from Human Resources, who had already taken Faith on a tour of the washroom, supply room, lunchroom, and IT support area, introduced her to everyone on the second floor, including me.
“Faith, this is Mr. Triller,” the woman from Human Resources said. They were standing just inside my door.
Faith was wearing a white blouse and navy-blue pants. There was nothing striking
