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There I sat in the parking lot of a shady motel a few towns over from my own. Clenched in my hands was the envelope that had brought me there. I had made an error in judgment that I thought I'd been clever enough and careful enough to keep anyone from finding out. The fact was I was in dire need of money and with no other real options decided to borrow it from my employers. That, in itself, doesn't seem like such a bad thing. The problem was I'd decided to borrow the money while completely skipping the step of asking for permission.
At the company I worked for, I'd been hired to run the books and finances at their downtown office. It was a job I'd applied for after seeing an ad and took after a very brief and subtle interview. The salary wasn't half bad and I accepted the job immediately when it was offered to me. The position, after a short trial period, ultimately gave me exclusive access to a safe that contained a fair amount of cash; enough to make any normal person nervous.
A few months in and I'd settled in good at the job. Things were going great! Then I made a foolish decision that got me in some serious hot water. What had gotten me there, like many others, was gambling. I'd made a wager that I was sure would pay off. Ever heard a gambler say that before? After that shockingly didn't work out, I had to find means of paying my debt or suffering at the wrath of the bookie and his goons. These guys were not known to be understanding about not being able to pay. I had to come up with all the money and I had to do it fast!
My options were limited. While I did have a mortgage, getting any cold, hard cash out of it quickly was out of the question. Nothing else I owned would get me the kind of money I needed. Therefore, I got it the only other way I could think of; I took a fairly substantial amount out of the safe at work. Now, I don't consider myself a thief by any means. It is not in my nature to steal and I had every intention of returning what money I took.
Before committing to such a decision, I did sit back to reflect on consequences and repercussions that I might incur should I be found out. I knew that audits of the cash were only done by The Brothers, the company owners, and were not done regularly. Plus, I knew I was going to have a relatively large window of time before they would be back in the office due to an overseas business venture. With that knowledge, I thought I could take it, use it, then return it little by little until it was all back without anyone taking notice. At least that's what I hoped.
Someone took notice!
I received the following note a few days after taking the money. It was left in my mailbox at home. I knew it wasn't by any postal worker as there were no stamps and no return address. It had to have been placed there by the writer of it.
'Hello Evan! You've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar,'
That's how it started, which caused my heart to skip a beat.
'As you'll see by the provided memory card, I've got all the evidence I'll need to give your employers. I'm not sure if you know entirely who they are, but I can assure you they are ones not to be trifled with. To say they would be quite upset at one of their employees, who is in a most trusted position, stealing such a large amount from them would be putting it mildly. Rest assured though that your secret is safe...for now.'
That last part tied a knot in my gut. I quickly got my laptop and played the video file. Sure enough, there had been a secret camera, behind some ventilation, that was angled perfectly at the safe. There was no denying who took money from it; money that I could no longer account for.
'I know you are nowhere close to paying it back, so you've got a couple of options; you can run and hope you're never found. You could come clean and hope they take mercy on you (though I very much caution against this as it has practically a zero percent chance of working), or you will do what I instruct you to do. If you don't, then I'm afraid that this little file will find its way to those people and I really don't think you want that. So, let's just see how far you're willing to go to cover up what you've done.'
The note had an address for the motel and I was instructed to go there the next evening, Saturday, and show up at six o'clock sharp. Inside the envelope was a motel key card with a sticky note attached to it. Written on it were three numbers, '218'. The note also informed me that once inside, I'd have further instructions to follow.
I had been a nervous wreck since receiving that package. My mind was frantic with trying to figure out who would deliver me such a note. Who had access to that secret camera and why were they putting me through this? What could they possibly want from me? How did they know me or where I lived? Should I really give into this threat? Could I possibly think of some way to put the money back before the next evening? Each of those question, I struck out on. I quickly ran out of time and out of options. The only thing I could safely do was go see what this person wanted.
It kept my gut churning for those twenty-four hours all the way up to getting to that motel. Even then I felt nervous; just on the verge of puking. My mind continued to wonder who was exactly was doing this and why? Could it possibly be for money? I hadn't taken from that safe for the benefit of my health. Did they want a cut of it? I had little left after paying off my gambling debt. Surely they had to have some idea of that. So, what was going to be their plan?
At the motel room's door, I timidly knocked, thinking perhaps my blackmailer would answer. There was no sound from inside. Why else would I be given a key card, I thought. When I checked my phone, it read one minute to six. It was now or never. I slipped the card into the slot and opened the door.
