There is a lot of stuff, but the one I’m interested in has my name.
At first, the cascade of information is overwhelming.
But it becomes clear as I open the inner files one after the other.
He has been stalking me? I’m not sure stalking is the right word, but it is like my entire life is here, documented, for people in the far future to marvel over.
There is a comprehensive description of every detail of my life going back months.
Comings and goings. The bars and places I go to with Ruby. My fucking bank account contents fluctuate in front of me from nothing to something.
I stare at it, feeling a little sick and a lot of shock.
But maybe this is what he has on everyone at Barwon.
I know he didn’t just take over because he has yearned to be a CEO. Maybe someone has been stealing? I don’t know.
I take a breath and move on to the next one.
Oh. Fuck.
This one, I can’t explain away under a broad banner.
This is me. In intimate detail.
He has been watching me for years. And not just watching me.
Enzo paid for my college, made sure it was subsidized by a scholarship that never existed.
And then…the correspondence with him and that woman who told me how to get a job by changing my name a little, that is here. And it wasn’t like this shows he looked into it and found out.
No. He told her to tell me that. And then he paid her.
What the fuck is going on?
He helped me get into college and then paid the occupants of the apartment to move out, the one I’m in. The one that is in my family. Or I thought was.
But he bought it years ago, quietly, kept the names on ownership the same but…
He pays a lot of the utilities and taxes.
And my current job.
He is behind it.
He has been paying my salary way before he took over the company.
Every major achievement in my life I can now trace back to Enzo.
There is a third file, and I’m not sure I want to open it.
Photos of me. In my day-to-day life.
That is creepy enough.
But it gets worse. Way worse.
And I want to throw up.
