Vanessa’s expression hardened.
“Stay out of this.”
The first major looked around the table.
“I think we’re already in it.”
Maya saw Sarah exhale.
Not relief exactly.
Less loneliness.
Vanessa straightened.
“Fine. Enjoy your lunch.”
She picked up her own tray so abruptly that coffee sloshed over the rim of her cup.
Then she walked away.
The cafeteria sound returned slowly.
One conversation.
Then another.
Forks moved again. Chairs shifted. The television above the beverage station continued showing muted afternoon news as though nothing had happened.
Sarah sat down across from Maya.
For several seconds neither woman touched her food.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Maya said.
Sarah stared at her plate.
“I know.”
“Why did you?”
Sarah gave a small, embarrassed laugh.
“Because I was tired of watching people calculate whether basic kindness was career-safe.”
Maya looked toward the table Vanessa had left.
“You may have made your own career less safe.”
“I know that too.”
The next morning proved her right.
Sarah received a message directing her to Vanessa’s office.
Maya learned about it only because Sarah stopped by her workspace afterward with a paper folder tucked under one arm.
“She counseled me.”
