The happy face stares coldly at you from the sticky note left on the credenza above your desk. The others may be fooled by the seemingly innocuous message, but not you.
“Miss you all”? Please. You know what’s really going on. Your former supervisor is sending a clear message, and it’s not that she pines for the lost pleasure of your daily company. She’s telling you she can get close to you. She’s telling you she can sit in your desk and spin around in your chair. She’s telling you she can leave a bomb in your top desk drawer or maybe put a dab of deadly poison on the end of all of your pens – she knows how you chew them when you’re nervous.
She’s telling you she’s coming for you.
She’s telling you that you should never have stolen her lunch from the office refrigerator.