For the next few days, I was extra diligent about my grammar. For each and every report I sent, I ran it through an advanced spell-checker, and even had a colleague or two look at it.To my relief, nothing had changed between me and Mr. Peterson. Whenever he passed my desk, he'd give me the same small nod and smile he always had. I'd once taken my headphones off when I'd seen him approaching, but he'd shaken his head."No no," he said. "Keep those in. I'll let you know if I need anything.""Yes, sir," I said.I'd never been one to call bosses sir, not really, but that was another strange thing about Gio - they seemed to be very hierarchical. Even though I was a Senior Accountant (in title, not in years - unless you consider 32 to be senior, that is) and not a secretary, I knew that Mr. Peterson was my boss, and so I followed the examples of everyone around me, consistently addressing him as 'sir'.About a week after my 'punishment', I sent Mr. Peterson a quick message asking permissio
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