He arrived about 15 minutes late—not surprising, given his track record of canceled appointments. He got lost in the parking lot and ended up calling me to come find him. I met him at the employee-only entrance, then escorted him around to the visitors’ entrance to get him cleared through security.
He was wearing what looked like a gray athleisure-style sweatpants/slacks combo. I don’t recall if he had on a collared shirt, but it didn’t strike me as professional. Most investigators I’ve dealt with have dressed appropriately for the setting.
He mentioned this was his first time at our facility, which makes sense—it’s an unmarked off-site location and not easy to find. He complained about us not being located on the main military installation, saying we “should be.” That was his opinion, and not something I felt needed a response.
Normally, I would’ve reserved a conference room for the interview. In fact, I had booked one through our executive assistant for five of the six previous appointments. Each time he canceled, I would follow up with her to release the room. After so many cancellations, she told me he was “ghosting” me and refused to reserve any more space.
So for this last appointment, I didn’t book anything in advance. I planned to find an empty room on the second floor when he finally arrived. That floor houses our management and executive offices. The elevators open right in front of those suites. I would’ve taken the stairs, but he was already laboring just from the walk in.
As we exited the elevator and turned left—away from the senior leaders’ suite—he lagged behind. As we walked down the hall and turned another corner, I realized he’d fallen further behind. I looked over my shoulder, and that’s when I saw it.
He had stopped, turned around, walked into an occupied office without knocking, interrupted an ongoing meeting, grabbed a handful of candy off a desk, and walked out.
That office belonged to one of our more no-nonsense functional leads, and the look on her face was pure shock. He didn’t say “excuse me,” didn’t ask permission, and didn’t say “thank you.”
Just walked in, helped himself, and walked out like it was nothing. Since the lady is our organization’s security officer, I will probably receive some sort of feedback relative to visitor access and control