We sat around the office table one evening chatting, as sometimes happens, them over wine, me over soda. My counterpart from another department continued the banter we had established, as the sarcastic duo of the company, that for a while at least, had made working together easier.
The barbs continued and our boss, the owner, chuckled and asked me if I was just going to take that, noting once again, that you have to have thick skin to work here.
I chuckled back, knowingly, saying ahh, he’s just like an older brother, always being the one to tease me like a little sister.
In that moment I thought I heard gasps as they both sucked the air out of the room. Publicly acknowledging that I, as a female, did not have any illicit desires towards him was apparently yet another unwritten office no no.