My brother actually laughed at dinner and said, ‘I sold that useless laptop of yours for five hundred bucks. Finally got rid of your junk.’ My cousins cheered him on. Then he added, almost proudly, ‘Already handed it off to the buyer.’ I got up, stepped outside, and called my supervisor. By the time I made the report, the FBI cyber team was already tracking the device…
It wasn’t the ignorance that got me. It was the contempt. The easy certainty that my work, my apartment, my things, my boundaries all added up to a joke he could monetize.
Morrow slid over the next screenshot.
Derek had zoomed in on the asset tag before posting the listing.
There it was, crystal clear on the screen: U.S. Government Property.continue reading …
