Justice

Being one of the few people amongst my colleagues who’d finish all their projects with days to spare, there were plenty of people who looked forward to watching me fall. A handful of us were targeted by these displeased parties on many occasions as they sought to tarnish our reputations with lies and deceit. There were many rumours about me selling company secrets, and one time, my email was even hacked to leave a fake paper trail.

The culprits were eventually caught, and they swore to get back at me and the others. They especially held a grudge against me, because I was the one who took the matter to the police, whereas my other colleagues hesitated. I didn’t take their treats seriously, but things took an unexpected turn just a week later when my house was broken into while I was out with friends. When I arrived, a note was left on my dressing table. “You can’t escape us,” it said.

An investigation was launched, but weeks passed without any results. I learned later through an office friend that the man heading the investigation was related to one of our former colleagues. The others who were targeted before also fell victim to such burglaries in the weeks that followed, and one by one, they left the company and moved to other cities until I was the only one left.

I kept in touch with my former colleagues and checked on them once a week; it seemed they weren’t being targeted anymore. That, however, was not the case on my end. The culprits went too far and vandalised my mother’s home. It was then that I knew I had enough. I found new houses for both my mother and myself and we moved within a week. I assumed everything would be fine from then on, but it wouldn’t be too long before the past caught up to me once more.

A year had passed since I left my old job and started my own private investigator’s office when a young woman came to me complaining about two men who were harassing her. She said the police weren’t doing their job, so she had no other option. I asked her to tell me what had happened, and before I knew it, I was taken back to the events that unfolded not long ago. It seemed my former colleagues were continuing their treacherous work close to my neighbourhood now. But this time, they were not getting away.

I poured all my energy into this new case and spent the next three weeks tracking their movements and gathering information. By the end of the month, the evidence stacked against them was irrefutable. Their inside man in the force could do nothing to help them, and I made sure to gather evidence against him as well. They were soon put on trial, and when they were finally behind bars, I called my old colleagues to let them know that justice was finally on our side.