The article appeared the following morning.

It attracted thousands of comments.

Some called me ruthless; others wanted me to fire everyone involved and post the security footage.

A few seemed more concerned with what my dress had cost than what had happened to the person wearing it.

I closed the browser after ten minutes.

It had taken strangers less time than that to decide who I was.

My assistant, Leila, found me in the hallway outside the boardroom and offered a dry-cleaning receipt.