I had a similar experience, sorta. I was working as a receptionist for a small publishing company. Everyone pretty much knew that the president (female) was having an affair with one of the owners, but it was just one of those "whatever" things. One day, I'm at my desk and the owner comes out of the president's office. I had a stack of messages to deliver to her, so I walked in to her office to deliver them. There she sat, prim and proper... eyeglasses perched on the end of her nose... while she carefully scanned the report that they had clearly just been discussing. I dropped the messages on her desk and she gave me the absent-minded "Thanks" that told me clearly she was deep in thought. On my way out the door I paused at the doorway and said, "Oh, Pat? Your shirt's on inside out..." turned and kept on walking.