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"Confess, you're catching each other," Joseph said accusingly. "Seriously, Tasha, you can confess. We don't talk about anything else in this office.”

I watched him over the pile of documents I carried in my arms, all carefully hidden by thin covers of folders. It was the third time in less than fifteen minutes that Joseph tried to pull out some confession that made sense for my new sector within the company. Because everyone believed that the function of an intern was to be enslaved by all sectors at the same time, and not that he was wandering back and forth looking for signatures on documents and sending emails. Something that became my job two days ago.

And during this period I had to get used to the routine of escaping from people in the corridors, to get away from the questions, because even those who never knew my name started to corner me in search of answers. Others pretended sympathy, fearing that I could remember all the embarrassment and delicate situations that had already