Apparently, I am a Corporate Ninja. I slip unnoticed and unrecognized, flitting from meeting to meeting, from shadow to shadow. My identity is fluid – I move from alias to alias, identity to identity. I’m a regular Simon Templar.
What leads me to this conclusion? Well, not only am I know ’round these parts as Chuck, but the security guard has begun calling me “Steve” under his breath. As I enter the building each day, I say “Good morning!” to him. He calls back “Good morning, ehm, errr, ahh Steve.”
So there you have it.
