The lunch table used to be loose seating.
People drifted in with tiffins or delivery bags, talked about deadlines, complained about traffic, and left.
Now two colleagues sit closer to the window.
Another group laughs louder when you walk past without inviting you in.
Nobody has said your name in a meeting about conduct.
Everybody seems to have a version of what happened anyway.
Office affairs do not stay private the way two people hope.
Workplaces build narratives the way kitchens build gossip—with fragments, confidence, and missing pieces filled by imagination.
When Everyone Thinks They Know What Happened
Information at work travels unevenly.
One person's account may sound more credible because they speak first or because they are senior.



