It started just six months ago. I had decided to steal a pen from one of my colleague, and my entire life changed. "Helen, what do you think you're doing?" Karen asked.

I turned around to find Karen standing there and shaking her head as I held the pen in my hand.

I looked up and blushed. "I...I just, I just needed a pen."

"You know that this company has a zero tolerance for stealing," Karen said narrowing her eyes at me.

"I...I wasn't stealing it, I was borrowing it," I said.

"Did you get Deborah's permission to use that pen?" she asked.

I paused. "N-No."

"Then you stole it," Karen said. "I should report you to HR for this."

"No, please!" I said. "Please don't report me to HR. Please, I can't lose my job. I just got this, fresh out of college. I can't lose it, that would look so bad."

"Well, you shouldn't have stolen the pen. You know that we have a zero tolerance for stealing," Karen said.

"Please, please don't report me to HR. I beg you. I'll do anything! Please, please. I'll do anything as long as you don't report me to HR," I begged, even getting on my knees.

Karen looked at me strangely but then smiled. "Okay, as long as you do anything I say, I won't report you to HR, but I warn you if you do ANYTHING that is not what I say, I will immediately take you to HR and I will also ensure you lose your job and I have enough contacts to ensure you'll never get a job anywhere again."

I nodded. "Okay, I will do ANYTHING you ask me to do, just please, please don't go to HR," I said.

"Okay, I'm going to make a call to excuse us from work, and then you're going to come with me to my house. I have some plans for you."