The note appeared one morning on my desk — unsigned, written in shaky handwriting that made my stomach twist.
It carried no greeting, no name, just a chilling warning that something was wrong.
My first thought was him. His charm was too practiced, his eyes lingered too long, and there was always a hint of something false behind his easy smile.
But as I tried to shake it off, I caught Olivia, a quiet coworker who rarely engaged with anyone, watching him — and me — with unusual intensity.
When I finally confronted her, she broke. Her voice trembled as she admitted, “I wrote it. I know him.
I worked with him before — though back then he used another name. He harassed women, but he always slipped away before anyone could stop him.”
Her words chilled me. It wasn’t paranoia. It wasn’t gossip. It was a warning born of experience — and she had risked her silence to protect someone else from becoming the next target.
I went straight to HR. Their investigation unraveled everything. “Andrei” wasn’t his real name at all.
He had cycled through multiple aliases, changing jobs, leaving behind a trail of accusations wherever he went.
Background checks revealed complaint after complaint, each one buried beneath his disappearing act. This time, though, the pattern caught up with him.
He was terminated immediately, reported
to the authorities.