I think I am next

I do a scary thing today.

I slip a note into HR. About a guest. About what I see. His name is not on it. I am too smart for that.

Phone rings. Park Myung-hee. She says a name is going in the file. Bae Soo-min. She does not say I told her. We both know.

Im still does not know. Nobody told him.

At night I sit in my flat. Lights off. Plants in the dark. I open my blue notebook. Soft blue ink. Two staff in his corridor in three months. I am the third by July if nothing changes.

Nothing changes. That is the part that scares me.

I smile at the lobby all day. I say good morning, sir. I push the towel cart down his floor.

My hands shake when I put the note in the slot. They shake now too.

I do not eat dinner. I am not hungry.

I just sit here with the fairy lights on. I do not feel brave today. I feel like I just made the list longer.