#Chapter 127: Mr. Hatfield and Miss Whitaker

Dawn had pulled a fast one on everyone, and I felt particularly targeted. I had only wanted to help Maria and the others in the office who had been sexually harassed. Dawn had taken my enthusiasm and manipulated it to help push out these new rules that were so stringent, they barely made sense. For one, two people of the opposite sex could not be behind closed doors alone together. So as I went in to greet Logan in the morning, I had to leave the door wide open. Another rule, supervisors were no longer allowed to address their assistants by their first names. The guidebook said this would help maintain professional distance and decorum. That could have been true, I supposed, but it made the workplace feel much colder when Logan looked up from his desk and said, “Good morning, Miss Whitaker.” “Good morning, Mr. Hatfield.” The new rules had only been in place for only a day, but they already felt oppressive. Logan was always so busy that we didn’t get to see each other outside