When I got to the tenth floor, I wasn’t surprised that it seemed empty. Security had been instructed to shut off the lights on all unoccupied floors. What surprised me was that my office lights were on. We call my office the fishbowl. In a sea of cloth-covered cubicles, my glass walled office took up the space of about six cubicles. Lit up in the darkness it looked even more exposed than it usually did. The two people on my office couch highlighted that exposed look. I don’t consider myself a control freak. I manage all kinds of computer geeks and am pretty liberal about the dress code but this was the first time I’d actually seen someone without pants in my office. Even from a distance, I could tell it was two people and, though neither one was helping with the network outage; they were working on nature’s original man-woman interface.