I’ve been working as an accountant at a prestigious real estate company for two weeks and felt lucky to get the job without much experience.
That was until I walked into my boss, Mr. Thompson’s office, to drop off some papers. He wasn’t there, so I left them on his desk. That’s when I saw it—MY photo with notes pinned to it saying things like “My dream,” “I love you,” and even MY birth date.
I was frozen. This wasn’t a coincidence. Before I could even process it, Mr. Thompson walked in, catching me holding the photo. He closed the door behind him and said with a creepy tone,
I FOUND A PHOTO OF MYSELF ON MY BOSS’S DESK, WITH INAPPROPRIATE NOTES ATTACHED TO IT.
