There was only one seat between us, and even though I was wearing noise-canceling headphones, the boss’s overwhelming sigh still hit my ears roughly. It was the third time in two hours that he sighed. In the past month or two, he has been showing us his amazing lung capacity with this frequency. His sigh revealed the temperament of a director alone: ​​long, deep, and depressing, like the thick fog that enveloped the office on a winter morning. You ask me why I can hear him sighing? Because the company implements a flat office. But what is truly flat is only the seating arrangement, not the organizational structure. The dignified…