I needed to take a personal call, so I slid into the stairwell. This sort of behavior is discouraged by The Company, but the matter was important and personal. The call lasted about eight or nine minutes, and toward the end, through the gap in the stairs, I noticed your shoes. You were standing there, head down, carefully listening to my phone call, taking mental notes I'm sure. My half of the conversation revealed very confidential information that you could use to make a mockery of me in the office. You could argue that I have no right to privacy in the stairwell, sure, but that's not the point. The fact that you could so shamelessly eavesdrop like that made me lose even more faith in people at time when I thought it wasn't possible to lose any more. Thanks so much for that.