He insisted
“Lena, you need to get out before things… well, before they end very, very badly. You have to trust me!
Otherwise, you’re the one who’ll end up paying the price.” Quite frankly, I was getting annoyed now.
He was scaring me over nothing, and he refused to tell me anything more than these vague warnings. I told him not to worry about me and left the break room to eat in my office, but I had no idea I was making a huge, huge mistake.