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>I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business, when I heard a commotion coming from the other side of the room. It was my colleague, John, standing up and shouting at our boss.
>I turned my attention back to my work, but I couldn't focus with all the noise. I was about to get up and ask them to take it outside when John suddenly stormed out of the office. A few seconds later, our boss came over to my desk and asked if I could help her with something.
>I got up and followed her into her office. She then proceeded to tell me that John had been stealing company secrets and selling them to our competitors. She was going to fire him, but she wanted me to handle it.
>I was shocked. I had no idea that John was capable of something like that. I told her I would take care of it and she thanked me before leaving the office.
>I sat down at my desk and tried to process what was happening. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't hear John come back into the office.
>"Hey," he said, catching me off guard. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I didn't mean to cause a scene."
>"It's okay," I said, still in shock. "I understand."
>"Good," he said, "because I need your help."
>I looked at him, confused. He then proceeded to tell me that he had been doing it for months and he needed my help to cover it up.
>I told him I would help him, but I also made it clear that I would be reporting this to our boss.
>John agreed and we went to work on a plan. We spent the next few hours coming up with a story that would explain away the evidence.
>Eventually, we had everything worked out and we went to our boss to tell her what happened. She was relieved that we had figured it out and John was fired on the spot.
>As I was packing up my things to leave for the day, I realized that John had never once referred to me by my name. In fact, I don't think he even knew my name. I was just a means to an end for him.
>And that's when it hit me: I am a stapler named Rob Schneider.
