At 5:47 AM on a Monday in October, I used my keycard to let myself into the forty-first floor of our office building in downtown Seattle. Nobody else was there. I walked to the office at the end of the hall — the corner office with the glass walls and the view of the Sound — and I taped a six-page printout to the door. The first page was a screenshot from Stanford's alumni verification tool. The second page was a screenshot from the LinkedIn of a real Stanford MBA from the class Marcus Cole claimed to have attended, a woman named Sandra Kim, who I had called the night before. The third page was an email from Stanford's registrar. The fourth page was a letter from a former employee of the consulting firm Marcus claimed to have worked at for five years. The fifth page was a screenshot of Marcus's LinkedIn profile, with every false claim circled in red. The sixth page was the resume he had used to get hired as our VP of Strategy four months earlier. I taped it all, at eye level, to the glass door of his office. And I went home. I took a shower. I went to work at 9 AM like it was a normal day.
I Printed My Coworker's Fake Degree and Pinned It to His Office Door. Nobody Stopped Me.
He was hired as our VP. He took the promotion I had been working toward for eight years. Six weeks later I discovered his entire Stanford MBA was a lie. I brought the receipts to the office before sunrise on a Monday morning.
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