I had been working at a company in Switzerland for three and a half years when my boss called me into an empty meeting room.
"Do you have a minute to talk?" he asked, catching me in the hallway.
"Sure," I replied.
I didn't really want to talk to him, though. In fact, I had been avoiding him for weeks just so I didn't have to talk to him.
"Look," he said, looking at me from across the table. "I'm intimidated by your ambitions."
I stared at him for a second, thinking about what he had just said to me. He was wearing a fitted blazer over a light blue dress shirt. Lately, he had been showing up to work on time and dressed up, scheduling meetings with upper management and trying to get himself a promotion. In his mind, I didn't deserve a promotion unless he got one as well.
"You don't have to be intimidated by me," I replied. I was already too far out of his league.