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I was approached by someone from the human resources department this morning. She told me that she’d been asked to begin my termination paperwork, but due to the length and strength of our friendship, she thought I deserve a bit of a warning to brace myself for the news. I’m more grateful to her for telling me than she’ll ever know.
I’m sure if I had waited for the official notice to come, I’d have been escorted out by security. I’m not as sure that they would have merely seen me to the door. Given Soren Ulfert’s precedent, I’d lay even odds that I’d have received a bullet to the head in the parking lot, or a charming billet in some military prison.
I didn’t wait. That final move I’ve been planning involved swiping a certain colleague’s security badge while he was in the restroom and letting myself into a secure document center. I snatched a few likely-seeming files, stuffed them in my briefcase, and told the receptionist I’d be taking a long lunch today. I’m sure they caught it on camera, but the jig was already up, so what’s the harm?
I don’t want to be the sole keeper of all of this information. It’s not safe, not for me and not for the truth. So I’m going to send copies to just a few of you that I’ve grown to trust. Keep an eye on your mailbox for the next few days.
