Johanna 11
It was a cold and blustery Thursday in January 2019. Burton’s daughter Annabel had a performance, so he had left early in the afternoon to attend. I was working on my own in my cubicle when Benson poked his head in and asked me if I could stop by his office and help him with some briefs.It really wasn’t my job, and he knew it. But he liked treating me like a research assistant and I’d helped him a few times just to keep the peace. He always used it as an excuse to trip me up and make me look...