I got promoted to VP of Strategy six weeks later. The job I had been told I could not have. I took it. I am in my eighth month now, and I am, by the metrics I care about most, doing it well. But I still think, more often than I would like to admit, about the Monday morning when I taped six pages to a glass door. I think about whether I should have gone to HR first. I think about whether I was right to assume the company would cover for him. I think about the fact that Marcus has two daughters who, because of me, watched their father come home at 2 PM on a Monday carrying a cardboard box. I do not feel bad about what I did. I want to be clear about that. I feel complicated. And I think there is a difference. Because here is the thing: if I had gone to HR first, Marcus would still be the VP of Strategy at this company. His lies would still be printed on our corporate website. And every young woman who walked into our office would still be looking up, at an office with a view of the Sound, at a man who had not earned a single thing in that office. So tell me — was pinning the evidence to his door brave, or was it a stunt I did because I wanted the revenge?

* Story inspired by real-life situations. Names and details have been changed for privacy.