"Hey Kristine, you got a minute?" Kristine looked up from her computer. Nathan stood at her desk, coffee in hand, smiling like nothing had happened. "Nathan. You're back." "Got in last night. Rough trip but productive." He set the coffee on her desk. "Two sugars, no cream. Thought you could use it after the week you've had." Kristine stared at the coffee. "Thanks." "Can we talk? My office?" "Sure." She followed him down the hall. Nathan's office looked the same as always. Clean desk, expensive artwork, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Seattle. He closed the door and sat down. "I heard about the HR meeting. The company chat post. Are you okay?" "I'm fine." "Kristine, I'm serious. That post was completely out of line. Do they know who did it?" "Not yet." "I asked IT to look into it. See if they can trace the account." Kristine blinked. "You did?" "Of course. You're my sister. Someone harassed you. I'm not going to just let that slide." "I thought—I mean, I wondered i
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