Chapter 3: The Records Behind The Counter
I spent the entire night thinking about one sentence.
“You need to see what we found inside his repair records.””
Evelyn Carter’s words followed me everywhere.
They followed me while I washed dishes.
They followed me while I tried to sleep.
They followed me when I stared at the ceiling at three in the morning, wondering why a powerful CEO would care so much about a seventeen-year-old apprentice who had lost his job.
By sunrise, I had already made my decision.
I needed answers.
When Evelyn’s driver picked me up outside my apartment, I almost turned around and walked away.
The black sedan looked completely out of place on my street.
My neighbors watched from their windows.
I felt like everyone knew I didn’t belong.
But then I remembered the woman with the blue scarf standing alone in that repair shop.
She didn’t belong there either.
And she still walked inside.
So I opened the door.
The Carter Mobility headquarters was nothing like any place I had ever seen.
The building had glass walls, polished floors, and employees moving quickly through every hallway.
But what surprised me most was the people.
Nobody looked down at me.
Nobody asked why a teenager was there.
A receptionist smiled.
“Malik Bennett?””
I nodded.
“She’s expecting you.””
I followed her upstairs.
When the elevator doors opened, I saw Evelyn standing near a large window overlooking the city.
She wasn’t wearing expensive jewelry or a designer outfit.
Just a simple gray sweater and black pants.
She looked exactly like the woman from the scooter shop.
Only now I understood why everyone listened when she spoke.
“Malik,” she said warmly.
“Thank you for coming.””
I nodded.
“Thank you for inviting me.””
She gestured toward a conference table.
A folder was sitting there.
My eyes immediately went to it.
“That’s what you wanted to show me?””
“Yes.””
I sat down.
Evelyn opened the folder.
Inside were copies of invoices, repair records, and customer complaints.
My stomach tightened.
“Is this from Reed’s Auto?””
“Yes.””
I picked up the first page.
A customer had been charged $380 for a battery replacement.
But below that, there was another note.
“Battery tested. No replacement required.””
I looked at Evelyn.
“He charged them anyway?””
She nodded.
“According to these records, he has been doing it for years.””
I flipped through more pages.
The pattern was everywhere.
Small repairs became expensive replacements.
Simple fixes became major jobs.
Older customers were charged the most.
“Why didn’t anyone stop him?””
Evelyn looked out the window.
“Because people often ignore problems when they don’t affect them.””
Her answer bothered me because I knew it was true.
At the shop, everyone saw what happened.
Everyone knew.
But everyone stayed quiet.
“What happens now?”” I asked.
“That depends.””
“On what?””
“On whether people are willing to tell the truth.””
Before I could respond, the conference room door opened.
A tall man in a dark suit stepped inside.
“Evelyn, we have a problem.””
She turned.
“Marcus?””
The man looked at me.
Then back at her.
“Is this him?””
“Yes.””
Marcus walked closer.
“You’re sure?””
Evelyn’s expression hardened slightly.
“I don’t make decisions without being sure.””
Marcus placed a tablet on the table.
“Reed already knows someone reported him.””
My chest tightened.
“Me?””
“No,” Marcus said.
“Not yet.””
He looked at Evelyn.
“But he knows something happened.””
I frowned.
“How?””
Marcus hesitated.
Then he answered.
“Because someone warned him.””
A cold feeling moved through me.
“Who?””
Nobody answered.
Evelyn closed the folder.
“That is what we need to find out.””
I stood up.
“Wait. Why does this involve me?””
Evelyn looked directly at me.
“Because yesterday, you were the only person who challenged him.””
“But I’m nobody.””
Her eyes softened.
“No, Malik. That is exactly why you matter.””
I didn’t understand.
She continued.
“People like Calvin Reed are careful around powerful people. They know when someone has money, influence, or connections.””
She tapped the folder.
“But they show their real selves around people they think cannot fight back.””
The room became quiet.
Then Marcus looked at me.
“There is something else.””
“What?””
He hesitated.
“We checked the security cameras from Reed’s shop.””
I felt my hands tighten.
“Why?””
“Because after you left, Calvin made a phone call.””
I looked at Evelyn.
“What did he say?””
Marcus pressed a button on the tablet.
A recording appeared.
The video showed Calvin sitting alone inside the office.
His voice filled the room.
“I have a problem.””
A pause.
Then:
“The kid saw too much.””
My heartbeat increased.
Marcus stopped the video.
“He wasn’t talking about a customer complaint.””
Evelyn looked at me.
“He was worried about you.””
I stared at the screen.
I had spent months thinking I was just a kid sweeping floors.
A kid who knew his place.
But somehow, one small act of kindness had exposed something much bigger.
Then Marcus said something that changed my entire understanding of the situation.
“Malik, there is one more thing you should see.””
He opened another file.
This time, there was a photograph.
A photograph of Calvin Reed standing beside someone I recognized.
Someone who owned half the businesses in Riverside.
Evelyn looked at my face.
“You know him?””
I slowly nodded.
“Yes.””
“Who is he?””
I swallowed.
“Mr. Reed’s biggest customer.””
I looked closer at the picture.
Then I saw the date.
The date was taken only three days before I got fired.
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And written underneath the photograph was a message:
*Find out what Malik Bennett knows.*
