Becoming Mark's Replacement

I Think My Coworker Is Slowly Turning Me Into His Replacement I started a new office job three

months ago. Normal place. Normal people. Or so I thought. There’s this guy,

Mark. Late 40s. Quiet. Been here “forever.” Everyone says he’s

indispensable. Week two, he starts doing strange things. First,

he insists I sit at his desk “just to try it.” Then he tells me to use his login

because “the system trusts it more.” Weird, but okay. Then it gets worse.

He brings in a lunch that’s identical to mine. Same container. Same food.

He laughs and says, “Guess we’re syncing.” Last week, he handed me a sweater. I’ve never told