Many workplaces have a Deborah. Her currency is lies and innuendo. She’s a lunchtime gossip, a whisperer in corridors. She exploits minor jealousies and foments discontent. Hers is a realm built on divide and rule where her subjects eye each other with learned mistrust.
She’s not intelligent, but she’s sharp; quick to recognise opportunity. Her smiles are as false as her vaunted honesty. She targets her victims and coddles her favourites.
I worked with her for years. She could be amusing, with wit sharpened by spite and dipped in malice, but it made my tongue tingle with words self-preservation and cowardice forbade me from saying.
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