Chapter 12

— Did you find anything? — Bryan asks Adam, they had just entered the office.

— Yes, it's nothing concrete, but it's enough for us to know where to start. — Says Adam, opening the notebook and typing some passwords, where he opened a folder with some files. — I found his account abroad, it seems he's been depositing a lot, and the amounts are high.

— Son of a bitch. — Brian murmurs.

— They are taking advantage of your state to make transfers easier. — says Adam.

— Okay, let them go on thinking I'm helpless, that'll be an advantage. — Bryan says.

— Okay, sir. — says Adam.

— Don't call me sir, Adam, we're not company, and you're my friend. — Bryan says. — I feel like an old man when you call me that.

— But you're old. — says Adam playfully.

— I'm twenty-seven years old, only a year older than you. — says Bryan indignantly.

— If it's not too intrusive, how old is your wife? — asked Adam curiously.

— Seventeen years. Bryan says, making Adam's eyes widen. — I know, I won't touch her until she turns eighteen.

— Dude, you married a teenager. — says Adam, sitting down in front of his friend and loosening his tie.

— Well, it's not my fault. When I got married, I was unconscious. — says Bryan in an amused tone.

— This is wrong, isn't it? — asks Adam, he looked strange.

— Are you well? — Bryan asks. — Why is this subject making you like this?

— It's nothing... — he says. — let's change the subject, I want to talk about something else with you, and I'm serious.

— You're hiding something from me, but that's okay, you don't want to talk, and I won't force you to, but I want you to know that I'm here if you need to talk. — Bryan says. — now, what do you have so important to tell me?

— It's going to be hard to say this, but I think Logan is fooling us. — says Adam.

— Logan? Logan, our friend? — Bryan asks in disbelief. — what makes you believe that he is deceiving us?

— An unknown account made a withdrawal, took a large amount from the company's account. — says Adam, opening another folder again and opening another file, showing me the value removed. Half a million dollars.

— Have you investigated who owns this account? — Bryan asks.

— Yes, I thought this movement of money was strange, so I started to investigate, I ended up discovering that the account was in the name of Logan James Johnson. — says Adam opening another folder again, Bryan just watched everything, surprised. — Did you, for some reason, give him a password?

— No, we never mix business with friendship, I would never give him the company account password. — Bryan says.

— By any chance, the night you were at the club, the night of the accident, did you talk about the company, anything about documents, passwords? — asks Adam.

— I do not remember. — says Bryan, trying to remember that night.

— Did Logan try to get you drunk, so you'd tell him about something in company? Or speak the passwords themselves? — Bryan looked at Adam after he said that, his eyes wide.

— If he purposely got me drunk to find out about the passwords, then he's to blame for my accident. — Bryan says.

— Anything is possible, and everything fits together. — says Adam.

They hear a knock on the door, and after Bryan gives permission to enter, a maid appears.

— Sir, your electric chair just arrived. — says the woman, she soon leaves when Bryan dismisses her.

— I want you to continue investigating that matter, and investigate Logan as well. — Bryan says. — if this son of a bitch is really to blame for everything that happened, he will deal with me, I will finish him off.

— Okay, anything else? — Asks Adam to turn off the notebook and put everything in his briefcase.

— Could you buy me something? — Bryan asks, smiling.

— Sure, what do you want me to buy?

. . .

Bryan arrives in the living room with Adam at his side, the two say goodbye and then Adam leaves.

— Bryan Miller? — says a man with a clipboard in his hand.

— Yes. — Bryan says approaching.

— Your order. — he says. — Please sign here. Sign down here too, that's two orders.

So Bryan signs.

— Just a moment, I'll get your orders on the truck. — so he leaves and Petra approaches.

— Has your chair arrived? — Asks curious Petra touching Bryan's shoulder, he looks where his hand is touching and then looks away.

— Yes. — he says. — there's a package for you too.

— A gift? — she asks happily.

— Well, it's not really a gift. — he says. — you will see.

So the man enters with a large box and leaves it in the middle of the room, Bryan asks Petra to open it, and so she does, the chair was black, all materials were black, with the exception of the wheels.

— Wow, she's beautiful. — says Petra. — so many buttons.

— I watched some classes on YouTube and learned how to use them. — Bryan says. — Let's see if I can move in this thing.

Petra giggles.

— Want some help? — she asks.

— You can't with me, I'm big and heavy, and you look... — He stops talking and stares at her.

— What do I look like? — asks Petra.

— You are so delicate. — he says, looking at Petra in awe. — looks like an angel.

Petra blushes and looks away from Bryan, he smiles.

— Okay, I'll let you help me. — Bryan says, getting Petra's attention. — Push the chair over to me, please.

So Petra took the chair to him, they made an attempt, however, Bryan was too heavy. The man who brought the chair offered to help them, and so, each one took one side and soon Bryan was already in his new chair.

— Its comfortable? — asked Petra.

— And yes. — Bryan says, diverting his gaze to the man who was with them.

— Thanks man. — The two shook hands.

— Your welcome. — says the man. — Oh! This is the other order.

Soon he hands the box to Petra and leaves.

— What is that? — asked Petra as she sat in Bryan's antique wheelchair with the box on her lap.

— Open it. — says Bryan, so Petra opens and removes a book, in the box there were three books.

— Books? — asks Petra.

— They're for you to help me with the massages. — Bryan says. — I want you to study them and help me with the massages, you will be responsible for that part of my recovery.

— Ok. — says Petra. — I'll take them to my room to keep, in the afternoon when you're doing your physical therapy, I'll sit in the garden and read them a bit.

So Petra gets up with the books in hand and goes to her room where she leaves all the books on the bed, she sighs and runs her frustrated hands through her hair to see how many pages those books had.

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