Chapter 12

In about 10 minutes we are back home and we both go in even though I wanted to go to the office immediately, the injury in her hand made me think twice.

I point her towards the sofa and head to the kitchen to get the first aid. Without saying a word to her, I plop next to her and open the first aid box. I take out the spirit and cotton wool.

"Brace yourself". She closes her eyes tightly anticipating the sting. I dab the wound with the spirit filled cotton wool and blow on the wound to pacify the reaction on her skin. She slowly opens one of her eyes and stares at me. Her body slowly loosens up and becomes less tense than it was. She tucks in her lips and continues looking at me.

When I'm done with cleaning up the blood and making sure that there's no dirt around the wound, I put a dry cotton wool on it and use a plaster to hold it down. I use a bandage over the hand.

"I'm heading out. Take care". I stand up and look at her. She stands up and faces me.

"Thanks you Mr Ross. Could you drop me off somewhere?". I stare at her for a few seconds before nodding. I remember that she is going to school today. That's probably where she is going.

We head out and I decide to take my blue Range Rover this time. A look of awe sits on her face even as she sits in the car. It's clear that she adores cars. Not something you see everyday but not bad. Not bad at all.

From the information on her profile, her school should be St.Rollings community college. So I take that route so that it will be easier.

"Don't take this path. I'm not going to school now. I'm going to the hospital first". I thought she didn't want to get the wound checked out? I turn to look at her with a raised brow that relays my question.

"Oh.. it's not for the wound. I want to visit someone". Huh? Not having the time to ask her anymore questions, I nod in understanding. I'll find out what it is about later.

I turn back and drive to the City Hospital. I park and she opens the door to get down.

"Thank you sir". She says as she closes the door. I nod and reverse out of the parking lot.

In less that 25 minutes, I'm in my office and I call Elvis to come inside with what I asked for. A knock comes in less than five minutes later and in comes Elvis.

His lanky frame is in a blue t-shirt and joggers. Lord knows how many times I have stressed the dressing etiquette of my office to him. I give him a disapproving look which he rolls his eyes at. Downsides of employing a 18 year old boy.

Elvis is more of my tech guy than a private detective anyways. His skills saved me from almost loosing all my business plans to a business rival two years ago. Yes, his skills at 16 years saved my empire.

At the time, he was working for the company as a cleaner. I didn't know they had employed a 16 year old as a staff but I guess his situation as the breadwinner for his ailing mother and little sister would have moved anyone. Even me....

That day, I was discussing with Robert, my personal assistant about the possibility of a spy being in the company because our rival company, Steeling Industries, had been winning all our done deal contracts which meant they got hold of something we didn't have.

We were busy strategizing how to find spy when a small voice spoke out.

"I can find the spy". We both looked up to see a scrawny looking boy with a duster in his hand.

I resisted the urge to laugh in his face but decided to go along with whatever he was saying.

"And you can do this how?". I looked at him in amusement. A brief expression of frustration crosses his face before he covers his face.

"With your laptop. What do I get if I get the spy?". I must say, I love his confidence. I don't have anything to lose by allowing him have his way I guess. I look at Robert who just shrugs in response.

"Alright. I'll give you my laptop for an hour. If you find him, you get $1000 on the spot". His eyes light up at my last statement. Well, for both of our sakes, I hope he achieves this big goal of his.

"30 minutes for $2000". He stands upright making him look a bit older than I'm sure he is. I'm amused.

"Alright ". I say in a condescending manner but instead of him to get angry, a smirk lays on his lips and I start reconsidering what I just did.

He takes a seat across us and I pass him my laptop. I start the timer on my phone and show him. He turns his attention to the laptop in front of him and relaxes as if he isn't on a deadline. Good news for my 2k.

After less than 20 minutes of him focusing on the screen looking amused, he looks up at us.

"Done. My money ". He stretches his hand on the table.

"What do you mean done? You mean to tell us that you found the spy under 20 minutes and we should pay you? You've got jokes boy".

"Believe it or not, I have found the guy. I will prefer cash please. Moreover, I can't run away with your money in front of you ". At this point, I'm ready to hear whatever this boy as to say. He can't run away with my money anyways, I have men outside my door.

I stand up and go to my safe that's below my desk. I take 2k cash out of the safe and head back to the table. I drop it in front of him and take my sit.

He takes the money and a huge smile takes over his face.

"Thank you sir. Now that that's out of the way, you might want to change your safe password. Your spy has it".

That's all it takes for my brain to accept that I've been wrong all along.