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“What I’m trying to say is, give us all a chance if you want. We might be business partners and as close as brothers, but we are also respectful men who may just be looking for the same thing as you. How will you know if you don’t give us a chance?”
Chelsea looks at me momentarily and opens her mouth to speak when Young’s office door opens, and two guys walk out laughing. I head back to my seat to retrieve my coffee and place my tablet in my bag as the two guys shake hands before one enters the elevator. The guy who remains turns to me with a smile on his. He’s older than I imagined, maybe in his late fifties or early sixties, with short grey hair and no facial hair. His body may be slightly rounder than it probably was a few years back. But there is still the body of a fighter there. I can see why he manages a few of them. Those who can’t, teach, or so Calvin keeps telling me.
“Mr Wilson, it’s good to put a face to the name. Calvin speaks very highly of you,” Young says as he holds out his hand.
“That’s because he knows better than to bad mouth me,” I chuckle, taking his hand and shaking it.
“I can imagine he does. Do you fight, Mr Wilson?” Young asks. Typical manager, always looking for the next big thing.
“Not unless I have to,” I answer with a smile. “And please, call me Logan.”
Young nods as he holds out his hand, signalling for me to go ahead of him as we enter his office.
“Chelsea, could you please bring in a tray of drinks.” I hear her respond with a “yes” as I walk into the office to find two seats in front of a desk. “Please take a seat,” Young says behind me as he takes the chair behind the desk. I glance behind me and see that the door remains open.
“Will your assistant be joining us? Or do you want me to start with what I’ve found?” I ask, not wanting to wait around too long. Luckily, Chelsea walks in with a cup of coffee for Young and two water bottles.
“I wasn’t sure what you would want as you’ve just had a coffee, so I brought you water,” she says, placing a bottle in front of me.
“Thank you, Chelsea,” I reply, smiling at her. She quickly places both in front of Young.
“Chelsea, can you stay, please? I have a feeling things will need to be put in place afterwards, so it will save me from repeating everything.”
“Of course,” she replies before taking a seat at the side of the desk and picking up a notepad and pen. I’m impressed with how organised this woman is. It’s as if she is prepared for every situation. Has she served in the military?
“So, Logan, what did you find?” Young asks, sitting back in his chair. He looks relaxed, but I know he won’t be when I’m finished with him.
“I’m afraid to say your security has been seriously compromised.”
Young's eyes close as he rubs the bridge of his nose. I’m sure I even hear him curse under his breath.
“Taylor?”
“It wouldn’t be possible for me to know for certain as I don’t know enough about him and how he worked. But it’s a real possibility as the system was compromised a few years ago.” I pull my tablet back out of my bag and tap on the screen a few times. With the blueprints on the screen, I turn it so Young and Chelsea can see.
“The red crosses are cameras that have no feed coming from them. The blue crosses are cameras that have been left to get dirty, altering how much is viewable from them. On closer inspection, I think the marks and dirt on them are old and deliberate.”
“And the green crosses?” Chelsea asks, looking at the screen.
“They are cameras that are in working order.”
She nods once and starts writing on her pad.
“So that’s four red, four blue and sixteen green?” she asks, looking at the screen again. I nod in agreement.
“Do you know why those cameras would have been compromised?” I ask Young, who looks like he has aged about ten years in the space of two minutes.
“They are either on the floor Taylor used for his own business or in the basement.” Young leans forward and points to a blue cross. “That room is where he would hold meetings right up until he died.”
“I don’t know much about this, Taylor, only what Calvin has told me. But how clued up was he regarding electronics and how to work around CCTV? Did he hire people to do the work for him? Or would he have been able to control and manipulate it himself?” I ask. Young shrugs, looking defeated.
“The only thing I truly know about that man is how deceitful he was. It seems he manipulated all around him, so nothing would surprise me anymore.” He lets out a deep sigh and leans back in his chair again, rubbing his forehead as if chasing off a headache.
“I knew the guy for years, always thought of him as an ally until everything came to light.” I can see how devastated the guy is and know what I have to say next isn’t going to help.
“That isn’t the only issue you have.”
Young looks up at me with a look that tells me he knew it wouldn’t be. I turn to look at Chelsea, who’s looking concerned.
