I scanned the office, watching faces, wondering who had slipped this inside. Andrei sat at his desk, typing away like nothing was wrong. Was he pretending?

I folded the note carefully and tucked it deep into my bag, trying to act normal. But the rest of the day, my thoughts kept circling back. Who would write this? Why? And why target him?

That night, when I showed the note to my roommate Mara, she frowned. “Are you sure it wasn’t him? Maybe some weird sense of humor?”

I shook my head. “Why would he write something about himself in the lunchbox I gave him?”

Mara leaned back slowly. “Unless he didn’t pack it himself. Maybe someone else had their hands on it.”

That possibility made me colder than the first. Someone else watching us. Someone slipping warnings