August 17, 2022

The year was 2016. I was a 21-year-old fresh out of college, working the occasional babysitting job while I figured out what to do with my life. That fall, a woman contacted me through, a website connecting caregivers with families looking for help. She was based in Florida but moving to Colorado with her two children and seeking a nanny. Her new address was close to mine, and most importantly, the pay was good. Like, move-out-of-my-parents’-home-and-into-my-own-apartment good. So when she offered me the position, I happily accepted.

We kept in touch over the following weeks, sending text messages as opposed to speaking on the phone, which was her preference due to a hearing disability. When her son suddenly fell sick, she—understandably—delayed the move. After a few weeks of back-and-forth texting with no improvement to her son’s health, she asked if she could send me $4,000 to buy some essential items she would need for her new home. I felt so bad for her. Having a kid in the hospital was awful enough, but in the middle of a cross-country move? I agreed, wanting to help in anyway that I could (and keep the job), and she put me in touch with her assistant who would transfer the money.

At this point, it’s obvious that something was off, right?

At this point, it’s obvious that something was off, right? But that’s because you have the whole story in one lump sum. Just like you got all the juicy details of Anna Sorokin’s scams in a…

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