Office romance is the forbidden fruit nestled between the vending machine and quarterly performance review. The delightful disaster waiting to happen between the 10 a.m. coffee break and a 43-slide PowerPoint on Q2 revenue. It starts innocently enough: a flirtatious glance at the copier, lingering eye contact during a painfully boring Zoom call, and the next thing you know, you’re covertly necking in the supply closet next to three jars of floor cleaner. It starts awkwardly – one minute you’re sharing a laugh over broken printers, the next you’re sneakily holding hands under the conference table while discussing “synergy.”
HR loves love. Especially the kind that comes with potential legal exposure, awkward power dynamics, and the possibility of a sexual harassment lawsuit. That’s the good stuff. HR professionals live for this moment. They even have a special drawer marked “Romance Apocalypse Protocol” right next to the snack packet. HR technically isn’t against love. In fact, they’re indifferent when two...
