The Price Of Every Shortcut: How A Small Lie Nearly Cost Me Who I Was

I congratulated him, shook his hand, even bought pizza for the shop that afternoon. But underneath it all, I felt irritated. Betrayed, even.

I’d trained him. Given him a shot when nobody else would.

On his last day, he left an envelope on my desk. Inside was a note and a USB stick.

The note read:

“Niko, I want to thank you for everything you taught me.continue reading …