The second thing was that I had coffee with a former coworker, Brittany, who had left the firm six months before I started. I mentioned Anthony. Brittany's face changed in a way that told me everything I needed to know before she said a single word. She said, "He did it to you too." Not a question. A statement. She told me, over a two-hour coffee that turned into a three-hour walk, that she had reported Anthony to HR in her final month at the company, and that the HR director — a woman named

Linda who had retired six weeks before I arrived — had quietly made the complaint "go away" in exchange for Brittany's severance package. Brittany cried when she told me. She said she had been telling herself for three years that she had done the right thing by leaving. She said she was starting to think she had been wrong. The third thing was an email. From Anthony. Sent to my personal Gmail — which I had never given him — at 11:47 PM on a Sunday. It said: "I keep thinking about you in that blue dress at the off-site. Can I take you to dinner?" I saved the email. I printed it. It went in the folder.