The Code I Write Has OCD

I took a month off. By the time I came back, the company's new intern had become everyone's favorite. In front of everyone, the intern pointed at the core code on my computer, his eyes red, and told the boss I'd stolen the work he'd spent half a month pulling all-nighters to finish. My coworkers whispered among themselves, thinking that I, the antisocial tech expert, was picking on the newcomer. "Mr. Li, I know she's senior, but that doesn't mean she can bully people like this!" I said nothing. In front of everyone, I added three lines of code beneath his, and the entire company's network went down instantly. I picked up my coffee and blew on it. "Sorry..."