119. Documents

REBECCA

My father sure made a fool out of these people for fifteen whole years.

"Are you sure we're in the right place?" Theo asked again, refusing to believe his eyes and I looked at the picture my mother had confirmed.

"Yes," it was a coffee shop facing the Wright Company.

How interesting was it that they all passed the place every day for fifteen years yet not one of them thought to come here to check.

"Wow. Okay. Let’s go in and order coffee? Or how does this work?"

I looked at the key again and all that was on it was just numbers. "I guess we'll have to go in and find out." I opened the door and stepped out.

We walked in together, and we walked right onto the front.

The young woman behind the counter smiled, "Hello-" her eyes widened in realisation when she saw me but she was nice enough to shut her mouth and go straight to business. "What would you like to order?"

"Can I see the manager please?"

She arched her brows, "Uhm… may I know why? Do you have a complaint? You can relay