The rumor had started inside Eleanor's own department. Her colleagues had it that the new process belonged to Cassandra, and that Eleanor had lifted it wholesale.
Pretending it didn't bother her would have been a lie.
But the story had already calcified, detailed enough that no amount of explaining could unravel it. Even trying would've read as guilt to anyone listening.
Prejudice, once it settled in, was immovable. Eleanor knew that better than most.
She'd known most of her coworkers had written her off before she even sat down at her desk.
Regardless, the PO line was selling out. She hadn't let Peter down. Her conscience, at least, was clean.
Eleanor was working late again tonight.
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