“It’s Not Good Or Bad. Y’all Are Just Different.”
The response when I questioned the questioning.

I had transferred from my cushy cubicle located in a nondescript, unmarked brick building just outside of D.C. to a “renovated” all-metal unused warehouse that came with its own fold-up tables and chairs to be used as makeshift office furniture. We were all issued laptops and cell phones, as we had to…